In a sense, this black short-sleeved shirt was a little bit similar to their Inarizaki uniform, but because the two of them had a twenty-centimeter height difference, the length of the shirt was completely insufficient.
Even though it was obvious that Miya Atsumu was trying hard to pull up his pants, a section of his abdominal muscles could still be seen peeking out from below.
Hinata raised his hand to cover his face, looking at Miya Atsumu through the gaps between his fingers.
This is bad, he felt that Atsumu-senpai was a bit..
He was way too sexy.
And those were his own clothes, wasn't that even worse!
Hinata quickly turned his head away from Miya Atsumu and then crouched down, burying his face in his hands so as not to look at Miya Atsumu.
To feel excited just because Senpai was wearing my clothes and looked so sexy..
That's way too villainous!
Miya Atsumu's low voice came from behind: "Hmph—?"
A hot breath gradually approached from behind. Having just finished frantically brainwashing himself inside his own head, Hinata turned around, only to come face-to-face with Miya Atsumu's face, which was now inches away.
Hinata was startled, nearly faceplanting straight onto the ground.
Miya Atsumu's gaze swept across Hinata's bewildered eyes and slightly flushed face, finally settling on his collarbone, which was exposed because his collar was too large.
Hinata grew even more flustered: "Atsumu-senpai, Atsumu-senpai?"
He wanted to pull away a little, but without him realizing it, Miya Atsumu's hand reached out from behind and pressed down on his knee.
Atsumu had just been about to say something when Oikawa Tooru's name appeared in his field of vision because of Hinata's movement.
A bucket of cold water was thrown over him, Miya Atsumu's grip loosened instinctively, letting Hinata dash out of his arms.
"Um, it looks like the second round of the morning matches is about to start!" Hinata walked clumsily toward the restroom entrance, quickly making an excuse to rush away from there, almost bumped into someone when he returned to the first-floor stands.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—
Returning to his seat as if fleeing, Hinata felt somewhat restless.
He raised his hand and slapped his face hard, trying to wake himself up and shake off those strange emotions from just now.
The people around began to take their seats one after another, signaling that the second round of the morning matches was about to begin.
Shiratori, Bokuto, several others were already warming up their joints by the sidelines, before retreating back to the Players' Tunnel at the signal of the staff.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Hinata suddenly noticed that the surrounding environment had darkened, the voices introducing the players and teams rang out from the broadcast once again.
—The match has begun.
Hinata perked up, focusing his attention entirely on the court.
But just at that moment, someone sat down beside him, a familiar voice followed immediately after.
Perfect timing.
Hinata looked back and saw Miya Atsumu leaning against the back of his chair with one leg crossed, but unlike before, he was wearing an extra layer of clothing.
Looking at the white jacket on Miya Atsumu's body, Hinata froze for a moment. "Atsumu-senpai, where did you find that jacket.."
Miya Atsumu replied softly, "I got it from Aran, after all, Shoyo's clothes are a little small."
Hinata's gaze swept over the pectoral muscles revealed beneath Miya Atsumu's half-unzipped jacket, he jerked his head away once more.
Damn it, it's still so strange!
Hinata Shoyo, calm down, this isn't right, that's Senpai!
His mind was a tangled mess, he had no idea how to respond.
On his left was his Dear Senpai, on his right was the Captain he should respect, but his heart, positioned slightly to the left of center, was pounding wildly, mucking up his thoughts.
Ah, this. The reason I'm wearing a jacket is actually because..
Noticing where Hinata's gaze had just landed, Miya Atsumu's lips curled into a slight smirk as he raised his arm to lean against the back of the chair behind Hinata.
He cast a shadow over the curled-up Hinata, then his seductive voice rang out.
Only for Shoyo to see.
Chapter 290: The Two Hundred and Ninetieth Fox
The flustered Hinata didn't even have time to say anything before Iizuna's voice came from behind him: "Ahem, ahem, ahem."
Miya Atsumu let out a soft click of his tongue and reluctantly withdrew his hand.
Why are there so many annoying people in the arena? There are so many onlookers watching, making it impossible to do anything..
In a terrible mood, Miya Atsumu began to sharply critique the match on the court: "What kind of set was that from Shiratori-senpai? If he was going to give it to Position 4, he should have been more decisive."
Bokuto-senpai's spike.. he didn't coordinate with the play at all..
Hinata's mind was in a mess, he didn't pay much attention to what Miya Atsumu was saying, merely trying to silently calm his racing heart.
The afternoon matches ended very early, both ending 3-0, so it was still light out when they emerged from the gymnasium.
Completely forgetting about the morning's events, Hinata suggested, "Let's go to Tsutenkaku!"
Miya Atsumu happily agreed, "Sure."
Tsutenkaku was not far away; they could take the subway nearby to arrive in less than fifteen minutes. The two of them did a quick tour and took photos on top of Tsutenkaku, even purchased some unique souvenirs.
After leaving Tsutenkaku, Hinata and Miya Atsumu began their shopping trip at the commercial street in the next station, buying plenty of small accessories and toys for Xiaoxia.
Hinata was still wearing that T-shirt covered in signatures; although it was indeed a bit large, it was still wearable, just looking somewhat excessively loose.
By comparison..
Hinata scanned the well-developed muscles under Miya Atsumu's jacket again, unable to help but purse his lips.
Noticing Hinata's gaze repeatedly sweeping over him, Miya Atsumu couldn't help but smile. "Do you want to touch it, Shoyo?"
Hinata froze. "Is it okay?"
Miya Atsumu took a step forward and grabbed Hinata's hand. "Of course, Shoyo.. you can touch wherever you want."
As he spoke, he placed Hinata's slightly smaller palm against his own chest, guiding him to stroke his body.
“The muscles here assist the arms' strength during a jump toss, this is also the key to explosive power..”
These are the abdominal muscles, which, along with the lateral muscles, support the movement of the waist in all directions..
Hinata felt the muscles beneath his hands grow somewhat firm from Miya Atsumu's exertion, able to feel those distinct contours.
He could fully understand what Miya Atsumu was saying, because he remembered every one of Miya Atsumu's tossing motions; the muscles would become very distinct during the movement of his core and waist.
—Exquisite.
Hinata spaced out for a second, suddenly noticing Miya Atsumu's hand gripping his wrist.
Long and bony, the calluses from years of tossing became extremely distinct upon skin contact, he could even clearly feel that rough texture.
He felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
Hinata struggled for a moment, but without success.
Meeting Miya Atsumu's puzzled gaze, he said helplessly, "Atsumu-senpai.. I'm becoming so strange."
Miya Atsumu raised his free hand to tidy his hair, leaning down slightly toward Hinata. "It's okay, I'm here.
Feeling that scorching body heat drawing closer bit by bit, Hinata couldn't help but close his eyes.
Finally, he suddenly wrenched himself free from Miya Atsumu's hand.
He pointed toward a figure in the distance that looked somewhat familiar. "That one! I saw an elementary school classmate of mine! I'll go say hello!"
I'll be right back! Don't worry, Atsumu-senpai!!
Before Miya Atsumu could say anything, Hinata had already burst forth with his fastest speed and charged into the crowd.
That sudden burst of speed left Miya Atsumu in the dust, leaving him unable to keep up at all.
Miya Atsumu clicked his tongue lightly, found a bench nearby to sit on, began waiting for Hinata.
If he hadn't misseen, that person just now seemed to be..
“Wait, wait for me—"
Hinata pushed through the crowd, rushed toward that familiar figure, grabbed him.
With this sudden movement, the person who had been preparing to cross the zebra crossing was abruptly jerked to a halt, while the girl beside him had already walked past.
Unabara Uta, who was in Osaka on a weekend date with his girlfriend, froze for a moment, feeling somewhat surprised by Hinata Shoyo's sudden appearance.
Shoyo? What are you doing here? Weren't you off to watch the match?
Hinata tugged at Unabara Uta's clothes, his face full of desperation: "Unabara, I think I have some really strange, bad thoughts about Atsumu-senpai."
Unabara Uta froze for a moment, then looked up and waved at Imai, who had already reached the other side, pointed at Hinata beside her, signaling for her to wait a moment.
Imai stood with her arms crossed over her chest, quietly watching Hinata, who was clearly looking somewhat restless and uneasy, while secretly wondering what had happened.
What kind of bad idea? Because Atsumu-senpai uses you as a decoy every single day and plays you, have you finally decided to raise the banner of rebellion and assassinate Atsumu-senpai?
Unabara Uta laughed heartily, teasing Hinata.
Hinata looked at Unabara Uta, his expression filled with obvious shock, confusion, hurt.
Meeting Hinata's eyes, Unabara Uta, realizing the other had something truly important to say, gave two light coughs and turned serious. "I'm not joking."
But Shoyo, you have to explain exactly what the situation is, otherwise I won't be able to make a judgment either.
Hearing this, Hinata lowered his head, his hands twisting together in front of him in confusion, looking a bit bashful and embarrassed.
After a long silence, he said in an extremely low voice, "It's just.. those.. bad thoughts."
His voice was a bit too low, Unabara Uta didn't hear him clearly at all: "What?"
Hinata closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, said loudly, "Exactly! Because I saw Atsumu-senpai's physique and his handsome looks, I felt so excited and thrilled, like—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Unabara Uta quickly reached out and covered his mouth.
Unabara Uta quickly scanned the surrounding area, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no one around and that Suna-senpai hadn't suddenly popped out to take photos.
He felt a sense of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped death: "You scared me, Shoyo. You can't just shout things like that in public!"