Who! Who on earth is cropping his ugly photos!!
Miya Atsumu laughed with difficulty, but immediately after, the phone in his hand vibrated again.
This time it was Miya Osamu, but unlike the previous two, it wasn't a video link, but the video file itself sent over.
After a few seconds of inner struggle, Miya Atsumu finally clicked on the video.
In the video, he and Hinata were hugging on the court; he took Hinata's hand and placed it against his own chest, in the next second, it cut to Miya Osamu pulling his hand away from Hinata.
Miya Osamu's message popped up next
【You're going a bit too far.】
Control yourself a little; after all, you don't have anything yet.
A warm breath approached from behind, carrying a faint, tart scent of orange.
Atsumu-kun felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.
He turned his head, his lips lightly brushing against the face of the person beside him.
“Sho, Shoyo?”
Miya Atsumu was a bit dazed, but the speed of his hands did not decrease as he directly pressed the phone screen to turn it off.
Hinata rested his chin on Miya Atsumu's shoulder, trying to look at his phone.
Looking up to meet Miya Atsumu's eyes, Hinata reached out and pointed at Miya Atsumu's phone. "Atsumu-senpai, I want to watch that match highlights video. My phone can't play it, there isn't a tablet in Atsumu-senpai's bag either."
Miya Atsumu's brain was a little slow; the soft sensation from just now was still lingering in his mind, refusing to fade away.
It took a long time for him to realize what Hinata was saying.
Indeed, Miya Osamu had used the tablet to cover his cup noodles last night, he hadn't taken it with him when he left either.
It was said that it was Miya Osamu's last junk food meal for the foreseeable future, so he was willing to be tolerant about it..
No, he was actually grateful that Osamu had taken his tablet away.
With a smile on his face, Miya Atsumu pressed down on Hinata's head. "Wait a second, I'm sending a message."
After saying that, he quickly opened his phone and sent Miya Osamu a thank-you note that was one hundred and thirty-six words long.
Afterward, he went ahead and blocked Miya Osamu and Suna-senpai entirely, ensuring that no one would disturb him and Hinata while they were watching the highlights.
Miya Atsumu quickly crawled into the covers, then patted the space beside him. "Come, come, come, let's watch together."
When they moved previously, most of their things, including blankets, had been moved to Amagasaki. Only one set of bedding was left in Hinata's room, even one of the two pillows here was actually a bolster brought from Xiaoxia.
Just as Hinata said, the space here is much smaller than over in Amagasaki, it feels a bit cramped with two people sleeping here.
But.. it didn't matter; Miya Atsumu expressed that he was very satisfied.
It's Aran-senpai's spike! So cool!
A direct block! As expected of Suna-senpai!
Ohhhhhh—Atsumu-senpai! It's a compilation of your ACE serves! That was so cool!
Miya Atsumu narrowed his eyes triumphantly: "There's even cooler stuff than that."
That's right, his most handsome feature wasn't even his serve.
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in the video suddenly changed.
The setter rushed toward the court, delivering a toss in an almost impossible posture, the ball's destination was Hinata, who was leaping up in front of the net.
With a loud smack, the ball squeezed through the gap amidst the cluster of blockers and slammed heavily onto the ground.
"It's our Quick Attack!" Hinata was even more surprised.
It was Atsumu-senpai's most incredible toss, also his fastest Quick Attack.
Indeed, Atsumu-senpai's most impressive trait was never his ACE serve, but rather that boldness that allowed him to provide them with a stable toss, no matter the circumstances.
That kind of Atsumu-senpai.. was incredibly charming.
Without realizing it, Hinata's gaze drifted away from his phone screen and moved to Miya Atsumu himself, who was right before his eyes.
His freshly washed hair didn't look as well-groomed as it did during the day; it was a bit frizzy and somewhat loose.
It looked a bit like.. how hair looks after being wiped with sweat on the court.
Noticing Hinata's gaze, Miya Atsumu turned his head to look him directly in the eye: "Hmm? Stopped watching?"
Hinata said very seriously, "No, I just think you look better in person than you do on video, Atsumu-senpai."
After saying that, Hinata withdrew his gaze and continued to devote himself entirely to watching the highlights.
Miya Atsumu stood there, stunned.
He went over Hinata's words in his head twice, he couldn't help but start grinning like an idiot.
As expected, he knew he was handsome!
It was me!!
Atsumu-senpai, look! I was the one who received Hoshinoya-senpai's ball! It was super, incredibly cool!!
Atsumu-kun, having pulled his attention back, nodded. "That was amazing, Shoyo."
Although he hadn't seen how the highlights were edited just now, he had witnessed Hinata's brilliant performance from up close on the court.
That receiving posture, the decisiveness of the attacks, that sense of trust radiating from the very core of his being.. it was all incredibly captivating.
Unknowingly, the ten-minute highlight reel had reached its end, the video concluding on a group photo they had taken after the match.
Hinata was so moved that he couldn't help himself, directly dragging the progress bar back: "One more time!"
In the end, Hinata watched this highlight reel six times.
He only stopped because it was so late and Miya Atsumu urged him to go to sleep.
After tossing and turning all day, Hinata himself was indeed exhausted and had started yawning towards the end.
Miya Atsumu took his phone and stood up to turn off the lights.
The drowsy Hinata opened his arms toward the returning Miya Atsumu, Miya Atsumu quickly leaned in.
Goodnight.
The next day, Xiaoxia woke up very early.
She was still feeling very indignant about losing to Miya Atsumu the night before last because she had to sleep, so she got up exceptionally early to go to Hinata's room and call him.
She flung the door open and shouted, "Wake up! Big brother is going to play with Xiaoxia today!"
The room's floor was empty, the two of them had already vanished without a trace.
Hinata Natsu finally couldn't help but say, "They're gone—they're gone again—"
Hinata's mother, who was making breakfast, walked over: "Xiaoxia, you woke up so early, but Shoyo and Atsumu-kun have already left to catch the earliest bus."
I heard they're going to Aobajohsai in the city for an event today, so they should be back this afternoon. We'll go to grandmother's place tonight.
Xiaoxia was very sad, Xiaoxia decided to hate Miya Atsumu even more.
Atsumu-senpai is a complete villain!
On the other hand, Hinata and Miya Atsumu had already gotten off the bus at the bus stop closest to Aobajohsai.
It was indeed quite out of the way; they had to take two buses to get here.
Luckily, they had already eaten at a nearby breakfast shop after leaving, otherwise it would have turned into afternoon tea.
Looking at the Aobajohsai sign, Hinata gave a small laugh. "Aobajohsai! I'm back!"
Having carefully dressed himself, Miya Atsumu raised his hand to adjust his scarf, nodding only after confirming there were no dead angles from any perspective. "It feels about the same as our Inarizaki."
Aobajohsai is not on the same level as Shiratorizawa; their track and field team is more famous, which directly results in the school's resources being tilted toward the construction of the stadium. The scale of their several gymnasiums is basically the same as Inarizaki's.
However, the scale of the gym was indeed larger at Aobajohsai; after all, it was a wealthy school.
With the graduation exams for Third Years approaching, there are still quite a few people in the school, after all, not everyone goes off-campus to attend fully closed-off exam cram schools.
Moreover, it was currently the season for club leadership transitions, so the closer one got to the gymnasium, the more lively it became.
Whispers kept drifting into his ears, they were almost all discussing Miya Atsumu.
So handsome..
He has a different kind of handsomeness compared to Oikawa-senpai.
I think he was the setter from Inarizaki before; I remember him.
He's in the same position as Oikawa-senpai, but I think Oikawa-senpai is cooler.
He is currently the recognized number one setter, so from a standpoint of pure ability, he is still the more powerful one.
No, no, no, Oikawa-senpai looks much more approachable.
As the discussions continued around him, the voices also reached the ears of Oikawa Tooru, who was still in the middle of morning practice in the gym.
The Second Year club members rushed into the gym, immediately zeroing in on Oikawa Tooru: "This is bad, this is bad! Oikawa-senpai!"
Currently, Oikawa Tooru is the only Third Year in the gym, as everyone else has to prepare for their entrance exams; only Oikawa Tooru has time to play volleyball here since he has already decided not to pursue higher education.
The position of Aobajohsai Captain had already been handed over to Yagihata Shu, the jersey number for the next term had also been decided; Oikawa Tooru was essentially just an idle person in the club.
Oikawa Tooru was a bit stunned. "What? What happened?"
Did he get caught taking the milk from Iwaizumi's doorstep this morning? Has Iwaizumi already stormed to the entrance of the gym?
Did Coach Irihatsu throw out his back and collapse on the way here?
Did Little Mad Dog cause trouble again, again, again?
A club member pointed toward the school gates: "That Inarizaki setter is coming this way! He's almost at our gym!"
A string of question marks flew through his head, Oikawa Tooru's face was written with confusion.
Who? Where? Where are they almost at?
Miya Atsumu??
Oikawa Tooru, whose hair was somewhat disheveled, quickly tidied up his messy hair from morning practice and even quickly grabbed a jacket from the locker room to put on.
After confirming that his appearance was in perfect order, he rushed out the door.