Reaching out to turn off the room's lights, Miya Atsumu turned around and wrapped his arms around Hinata's waist: "Goodnight, Shoyo."
And Hinata, who had exerted himself quite a bit during the afternoon's workout, was already too exhausted to keep his eyes open; upon hearing Miya Atsumu's voice, he merely nuzzled against his neck.
Goodnight.. Atsumu-ge.
Before six-thirty the next morning, Coach Kurosu "kindly" woke everyone up with a phone call.
The media staff who had already arrived at the hotel were responsible for confirming everyone's styling and the script, before conducting individual interviews one by one.
After finishing his recording, Miya Atsumu, who had the longest segment, walked toward his schoolmates with one hand in his pocket, casually showing off the ring on his finger.
Miya Osamu whispered to the others, "Look at him, acting so smug."
If he didn't have to do his styling separately, this guy would want to be stuck to Hinata twenty-four hours a day.
The roses from last night and the performance of Miya Atsumu and Hinata this morning had already explained everything, causing the temperature around the coach to drop significantly.
Suna remained noncommittal about this, while Ginjima struggled to maintain his worldview.
Arima accepted it well: "As long as you're happy."
Miya Atsumu sat down beside Suna, pretending as if nothing had happened.
He looked at the clouds outside and said in a drawn-out voice, "The weather is so nice today—"
Suna didn't say anything, just watched him quietly.
Under Suna's gaze, Atsumu laid his cards on the table: "Hey, can you send me a copy of those photos you took last night?"
Miya Osamu rolled his eyes. "How pathetic."
Miya Atsumu bared his teeth and glared at his twin brother: "Mind your own business!"
Suna raised his hand and held it out toward Miya Atsumu.
Miya Atsumu grit his teeth, but ultimately agreed, "No problem!"
Miya Osamu rolled his eyes so hard they nearly reached the sky. "Shoyo really should see the face you're making right now."
Taking the coin handed over by Miya Atsumu, Suna nodded in satisfaction.
He sent the candid shots taken on the way back yesterday to Miya Atsumu, along with a few handsome stills clipped from an official video.
After just a quick glance at the photos Suna sent over, Miya Atsumu felt that his money had not been wasted.
He had plenty of handsome photos, so what was truly valuable was his initial goal.
Looking at Hinata in the photo, his face flushed and his eyes turned sideways as if he were trying hard to think about something, Miya Atsumu couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. "So.. was Shoyo making that expression back then?"
Even though Shoyo was the one who took the initiative yesterday, he's actually this shy..
He silently moved the photo into his special collection album, his face full of satisfaction: "So cute."
Miya Osamu felt even more contempt for his worthless brother: "He's a lost cause, just carry him away."
On the other side, Kumagai was still questioning his very existence: "Shoyo and.. Atsumu-senpai.. Shoyo and Atsumu-senpai are together?"
When did this happen? Everyone else knows? Am I the only one who doesn't know?
Unabara raised a hand to cover his face. "This is truly beyond saving."
Author's Note:
Jijidai Ouji: Let me tell you something, don't be scared [melted].
Hoshiumi: Cao's fried rice. jpg [Angry]
Chapter 304: The 304th Fox
Atsumu-ge, I'm finished on my end too!
While Miya Atsumu was admiring those photos, Hinata's voice suddenly rang out from the nearby corridor.
Even before he could see anyone, Atsumu immediately put his phone away and stood up, walking toward the corridor.
He turned his head and waved at Miya Osamu and Suna. "I'm leaving. I have nothing to say to you heartless people."
Suna clicked his tongue. "That's not enough."
Five hundred wouldn't be enough to compensate for his mental distress; he'd have to charge at least ten thousand.
Miya Osamu crossed his arms over his chest with an expressionless face and delivered a cold verdict: "From today on, I'm an only child."
Ginjima, who had been trying to memorize his lines to distract himself, looked up and asked with a confused expression, "Why? Isn't Atsumu still here?"
Osamu shook his head and said with a straight face, "No, from today onwards, I am the only son of the Miya family, Atsumu has voluntarily taken the surname Hinata."
"Huh?" Ginjima was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then struggled to make sense of it.
Because he had learned such explosive news, he had specifically read two romance light novels last night, now his mind automatically conjured up images of the powerful Prince of the Empire, Hinata, his fiancée, the magically powerful Princess of the neighboring country, Miya Atsumu.
Imagining that terrible scene, Ginjima couldn't help but shudder. "This can't be right!"
On the other side, Hinata rushed into the hall and lunged forward on all fours, but Miya Atsumu caught him steadily.
Pressing his face against Hinata's ear, Miya Atsumu asked softly, "The reporters didn't ask any tricky questions, did they?"
Having said that, Miya Atsumu gently set Hinata down on the ground.
Grabbing Miya Atsumu's arm, Hinata bounced along as he pulled him forward, answering, "No, didn't Atsumu-ge look over the script for me this morning?"
The photographer took several really cool photos of me and said he'd send the negatives to Coach later. Maybe one day I'll have the chance to be featured on a poster outside too!
Miya Atsumu couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't worry, before long, your photo will be hanging right outside the Principal's office."
Hinata's eyes widened. "Really!"
Atsumu nodded for certain, "Really, really, I'll vouch for you."
He raised a finger, painting a grand vision for Hinata. "Didn't Coach Unabara say he wants you to go to training camp this summer? With your skill level, there's no problem for you to join the team for matches this year or next. In a few years, you might even make the national team roster."
Hinata became even more excited: "Oh—there really are stories about former national team seniors outside the Principal's office!"
Ginjima glanced at the two people preparing to head out several times, silently erasing the medieval-style images from his mind.
He silently pulled out his phone and opened a library app, searching for modern-style romantic light novels inside.
Noticing Ginjima's strange behavior, Arima Shuji leaned over in confusion. "What are you doing?"
Ginjima replied calmly, "Just looking for some visual inspiration."
Arima remained silent for two seconds, reached out to pat Ginjima's shoulder, then stood up and walked around to his back, using both hands to guide his head to turn toward the door, staring directly at the backs of Hinata and Miya Atsumu.
He said with a wicked grin, "It'll be even faster if the person themselves comes."
Ginjima blinked. "No, it's just because when I saw him in person, I didn't feel anything special, so.."
I guess so—" Arima Shuji leaned back against the sofa back, hands behind his head. "What surprises me is that those two only just started dating.
Ginjima tried to argue, but after running through it in his head, he felt something was off, so he went back to looking through his light novels.
He didn't usually read this kind of thing, but.. he felt he urgently needed to figure out his teammates' thought processes right now.
Coach Omimi, who had been sitting nearby drinking coffee, finally realized something was wrong.
He glanced toward the corridor, after confirming that Coach Kurosu was still following up on the visit, he asked Miya Osamu in a low voice, "What did those two go do?"
Miya Osamu said expressionlessly, "I heard Aran-senpai and Oikawa-senpai haven't left yet. The two of them are planning to go have a look; it seems they're at another hotel next door."
Coach Omimi breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, then it's fine."
As long as they don't go anywhere too far, there shouldn't be any problems, with Aran there, there certainly won't be any accidents.
As for this reason for going out, Coach Kurosu can just be told once he comes out.
So Coach Omimi began to continue drinking his coffee with a clear conscience.
On the other side, Hinata and Miya Atsumu had already purchased roasted chicken legs and rice balls from a convenience store on their way, they even thoughtfully brought a bottle of a drink for Aran.
Aran went to open the door as soon as he heard the knocking. He had originally thought it was room service, but he froze when he saw the two people standing at the door.
“Atsumu? Shoyo? Why have you two suddenly come here?”
Yesterday, when Atsumu asked him for his room number, he thought he was going to get some food, but there was nothing.
Aran said instinctively, "Come in and have a seat.."
But in the next second, he realized there were other people in the room, his things were not yet organized.
Oikawa Tooru, who was making a phone call in the room, looked up and asked, "Who is it?"
Aran replied, "Atsumu and Shoyo."
The person on the phone was still speaking: "So, what happened to the two of them? What is Shoyo going to do? Don't stop talking halfway through."
At this time, Miya Atsumu had already walked in, giving a quick scan of the small room. "Oikawa-senpai is here too.. Oh, it's a standard room."
He thought those two would have booked two separate rooms, but he didn't expect them to be staying together.
Aran said truthfully, "Standard rooms are cheaper. It's the end of the month, so I'm a bit broke lately."
I can tell," Miya Atsumu said, raising a finger to point at Aran's bed.. specifically at the holey red underwear on it. "Aran, you're so poor you can't even afford underwear.
Aran rushed over to shove his things into his backpack. "Stop mocking me! I'm not that poor, okay!"
I just can't bring myself to throw them away; I have feelings for them!
Hinata looked at him with a face full of disapproval: "Aran-senpai, that's not good. Won't your house be filled with things you can't bear to throw away in the future?"
Even before, when Aran was at Inarizaki, his locker was often overflowing, filled with broken knee pads and worn-out volleyballs.
Aran tried to salvage his image: "It's not quite at that level.."
Miya Atsumu spoke with great earnestness, like a life mentor: "Aran, give up on those crappy ripped underwear of yours; they aren't worth holding onto."
Aran held onto his backpack tightly, refusing to let go: "So noisy!"
Oikawa Tooru said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Hold on a moment."
After saying that, he narrowed his eyes and looked up at Miya Atsumu and Hinata. "What are you two doing? If you have something to say, say it quickly; if not, get out of my sight immediately."
If Hinata had followed his words like this yesterday, these two should be..
Hinata raised his hand. "I'm here to see Oikawa-senpai. I wanted to tell you that I'm with Atsumu-ge."