Based on what he and Suna concluded, Miya Atsumu is extremely skilled at—doing someone else's dirty work.
Miya Atsumu tried to resist: "Hey! That's enough!"
Suna reached out, snatched the room card, then quickly reached out to close the door after Aran came out.
You bastard! Give my room key back!
By the time Miya Atsumu opened the door and rushed out to give chase, the three of them had already vanished without a trace.
He rushed straight to the end of the hallway, only to see Suna Rintaro waving at him from an elevator that had left a crack in its door.
Frustrated, Miya Atsumu scratched his head vigorously, ultimately giving up on the chase and turning back toward the room.
Although he really wanted to snatch the room card back, considering that he was currently only wearing a tank top and baggy shorts, he decided it would be better not to go out and see anyone for the sake of the reputation of the Inarizaki High School's Strongest Setter.
Once he goes back to get his jacket and change into a different pair of pants.. he is definitely going to make Miya Osamu and Suna Rintaro pay!
Returning from the elevator to the hallway, Miya Atsumu saw Kita Shinsuke passing by his room and saw him conveniently close the door behind him.
On the way..
The door was closed.
A single "No" got stuck in his throat, Atsumu-senpai seemed to lose all his strength, collapsing to his knees in front of room 903.
A voice, sounding as if it were on the verge of tears, finally drifted out: "Kita Team.. I.. I don't have a room key.."
Kita Shinsuke, who had kindly tried to help because the team members hadn't closed the door: ".."
At the same time, the door to room 903 was suddenly flung open.
A voice that made Miya Atsumu's vision go black again drifted over: "Atsumu-kun? What are you doing here?"
Miya Atsumu tried to bury his face in the hallway carpet. "I'm not Miya Atsumu, you've got the wrong person."
“Huh? I would never mistake you for someone else!” Bokuto patted his chest with full confidence.
Looking at the disheveled and messy Miya Atsumu, Bokuto took a step back in shock: "Were you robbed? Who did it! I'll go help you get revenge!"
Akaashi, following behind, condemned Bokuto with his conscience: "Bokuto-senpai, don't add fuel to the fire at a time like this."
Bokuto, feeling wronged after being undermined, said, "Akaashi! You should say that Bokuto-senpai is a good person who cares about his juniors!"
Meanwhile, under Hoshiumi's lead, Hinata had already arrived at the gymnasium that would be used for the Interhigh.
It was even larger in scale than the Kobe venue Hinata had visited; from the spectator seating to the layout of the arena, everything was on a higher level.
"This was built during the same period as the Yoyogi National Gymnasium, they look basically the same." Hoshiumi pointed toward the orange floor inside.
Hearing the unfamiliar term, Hinata asked in confusion, "Yoyogi National Gymnasium?"
Hoshiumi gave a mysterious smile and said under Hinata's gaze, "It's the venue where the Little Giant, Unai-senpai, once led his team to the national stage."
Hinata's eyes widened: "Karasuno's—Little Giant?!"
So his name is Unai? This was the first time he had heard of it.
No, no, no, so this venue looks almost exactly like the Little Giant's stage!
Hoshiumi said skillfully, "It looks a bit empty right now, but tomorrow, the advertisements from various sponsors and the commentary booths and everything else will be moved in."
The opening ceremony is the day after tomorrow in the morning, the first round of the knockout tournament will start immediately after.
"I'll be rooting for Hoshiumi-senpai!" Hinata Shoyo said enthusiastically.
He looked at the schedule; the matches for Karasuno and Shiratorizawa did not conflict, so he could watch both.
Hoshiumi crossed his arms over his chest. "You can come alone."
Right, don't bring any Inarizaki cheer squad, or any of those annoying setters.
Hinata nodded vigorously: "Yeah, yeah!"
"We'll check out the venue first, then head to the most important place." At the mention of this, Hoshiumi clearly became much more excited.
After walking around the player tunnel, Hoshiumi led Hinata to the entrance of a restaurant on the second floor, where the merchandise stalls were already set up.
—That's right, he came to buy a T-shirt.
Once the match officially begins, he might not be able to find enough time to buy them.
His size was already in low stock, there was a high possibility it would be sold out by the spectators ahead of time; after all, there were quite a few junior high students and parents who came to watch the matches with their children.
So when he heard that the merchandise stalls would be opening today, Hoshiumi immediately wanted to drag Hirugami along.
But Hirugami cruelly rejected him, giving the reason that he needed to catch up on sleep.
However.. bringing Hinata along was also quite good.
Taking the "Everlasting Victory" short-sleeved shirt from the salesperson, Hoshiumi, who was in an excellent mood, said to Hinata, "Every major tournament has its own limited edition, of course, there are also standard versions. For example, that one is available in all three major tournaments, just in different colors."
Hoshiumi pointed to the short-sleeved shirt hanging on the wall with a red background and black lettering. "The Haruko one has a blue background, but I already have that one."
Hinata looked in the direction his finger was pointing.
It was the design with the most text among all the short-sleeved styles on the wall, but because of the obstruction, from his position, he could only see a few characters on the very edge.
[Ace's Insights]
Looking at Hinata's appearance, Hoshiumi froze for a moment, then whispered something to the salesperson.
A short-sleeved shirt with white fabric and black lettering was handed to Hoshiumi after a short while.
As Hinata looked on with a confused gaze, Hoshiumi handed the shirt to him. "Even though I haven't taught you much, you could barely be considered half of my disciple. Since I haven't given you a welcome gift yet, take this instead."
“The first time I came to the Nationals, Coach Aran gave me one exactly like it. Even though it was the cheapest style in the whole venue, I thought it was quite suitable.”
Hinata took the short-sleeved shirt from Hoshiumi's hands.
It was the smallest adult size, the white short-sleeved shirt featured a four-character idiom in black; the reverse side that he could see read "Great Silence."
Turning the shirt over, the four characters Hoshiumi wanted to give Hinata were finally revealed.
—【Late Bloomer】.
Hinata stared blankly at Hoshiumi, his eyes turning slightly red.
Hoshiumi had a rather unrestrained smile on his face: "Good luck. Once you make it to the Nationals yourself, then come back and give me a return gift."
Reaching up to wipe away the tears that had almost fallen, Hinata nodded heavily: "Alright!"
When the regular members make it to Nationals, the school and the prefecture will provide prize money, when that time comes, he will definitely buy Hoshiumi-senpai the most expensive thing!
Hoshiumi continued, "Alright, let's go eat. Yukihito mentioned earlier that there's a ramen shop here that his brother has been to before; it's affordable and delicious. Let's go together."
"Alright!" Hinata responded.
Looking at him, Hoshiumi found it somewhat amusing: "Let me make this clear first, you pay for your own food; I'm not treating."
Hinata seemed to have turned into a machine that only knew how to nod: "Alright!!"
As expected, Hoshiumi-senpai is truly the best senpai in the whole world! He will always love Hoshiumi-senpai!
The moment Hoshiumi opened the door to the ramen shop and saw people dining inside, he decisively closed the door again.
Hinata asked in confusion, "Huh? What's wrong?"
Opening the door again with a twisted expression, Hoshiumi walked in with a foul look on his face: "Weren't you supposed to be catching up on sleep? Did you sleep all the way to the ramen shop?"
Hirugami and Hakuma exchanged a glance while eating noodles.
Oops, caught red-handed.
Hirugami didn't even blink: "I took a ten-minute nap, I was so hungry that I came to eat."
Yeah, he wasn't lying.
Hoshiumi grabbed Hinata and sat him down next to Hirugami: "That's enough, Shoyo. Yukio is treating us today."
How can he even have the nerve to say such an excuse? It's just that he doesn't want to go with him, isn't it?
Hirugami Yukio laughed, "Alright then."
It was just a treat; his personal funds were still very ample.
After enjoying a hearty meal, Hinata followed the three members of Karasuno back to the hotel.
The members of Karasuno were also on the ninth floor, but on the other side, so it was quite on the way.
Coming out of the elevator, Hinata looked at the three people standing in line in the hallway, feeling a bit dazed. "What did the seniors do?"
Miya Atsumu: "I didn't do anything."
Miya Osamu: "Shoyo, do you believe him?"
Suna: ".."
Hinata had an epiphany; it was definitely because Atsumu-senpai did something!
Following behind, Hoshiumi silently raised his phone to take a group photo of the three of them: "This time, it's the live version."
If everyone held up a sign, it would feel even more like a real thing.
Author's Note:
I'm so miserable, wuwuwuwu.. I don't know if I'll be done with all this chaos by tomorrow QAQ
Chapter 60: The Sixtieth Fox
Looking at the culprit with the lowest presence, Suna Rintaro, Miya Atsumu gave a light click of his tongue.
It was only because Suna took their room key that it escalated into him and Miya Osamu fighting in the hotel corridor, which ultimately resulted in them being punished with standing in the hall!
Still, should he say he was lucky that the Kita Team gave him some face, allowing him to go back and grab a jacket?
Otherwise.. it would have been captured by that guy Hoshiumi.
—Though the yellow shorts paired with the red jacket didn't look much better.
Suna exchanged a glance with Hoshiumi as he passed by.
Hoshiumi raised his hand to make an OK gesture, then immediately left that trouble zone.
Under Kita Shinsuke's gaze, Hinata didn't dare say a single word in defense of Miya Atsumu, could only retreat back into his room.