Seeing Hinata's face flushed red as he prepared to pull his clothes down and flee, Miya Atsumu hurriedly said, "I'll stop touching you."
Hinata tried hard to ignore Miya Atsumu's hand, but someone simply wouldn't behave; although he didn't continue touching the area above, he followed the traces of the ribs under his hand all the way down to the muscles on Hinata's abdomen.
Feeling inexplicably nervous, Hinata slightly arched his back, the thin layer of muscle on his abdomen becoming visible as it tensed.
Miya Atsumu lightly stroked the contours of the edge, feeling the elastic texture and beautiful shape of the boy's muscles beneath his hands. "Shoyo, your core strength training has been going really well lately. You should be able to add some upper body exercises for your shoulders and back after this."
As he spoke, he looked up at Hinata, observing with interest Hinata's eyes, which were slightly furrowed in a mix of shame and indignation.
"Yeah, Coach said the same thing.. mgh," Hinata replied, but he suddenly stopped when Miya Atsumu's hand touched the groove where his thigh joint meets his waist.
“Atsumu-ge, stop touching me, I'm a bit.."
"What's wrong?" Miya Atsumu's hands didn't stop at all, he felt in a wonderful mood as he felt the slight trembling of the muscles beneath his hands.
Finally losing his patience, Hinata swung his leg in a sweep toward Miya Atsumu from the side, but Miya Atsumu, having anticipated it, grabbed it firmly: "As expected, Shoyo's calves are the most beautiful."
Hinata put his clothes back on and pulled them down: "Atsumu-ge.. I'm going to get angry."
Atsumu-ge isn't taking anything seriously at all!
He said he would help him apply medicine, but now he is just bullying him; he still needs to continue practicing his footwork!
"Alright, alright, I was wrong. I apologize to you. I won't touch you anymore; I was just checking Shoyo's body to see if you've been slacking lately." Miya Atsumu slightly lifted his upper body to lean closer to Hinata.
I'll toss as many balls as Shoyo wants in a little while, so please forgive me, okay?
Hinata averted his gaze: "Okay."
“Then let's continue,” Miya Atsumu said, reaching out to lift Hinata's shirt, “Alright, hold on tight.”
Having let his guard down, Hinata grabbed his clothes with both hands, but in the next second, he felt an even stranger sensation against his chest.
At this moment, his swollen nipples, which were even hotter than his body temperature, came into contact with something much cooler, it was very soft, very moist, very flexible.
A slight tickling sensation spread from his chest where he was being repeatedly poked, that unfamiliar sensation reaching his brain made him feel somewhat restless.
Hinata looked down and saw a yellow head buried in his chest.
"Ugh! Atsumu-ge!" The moment he was bitten, Hinata lost his composure and grabbed Miya Atsumu's hair.
His clothes slid down, landing on Miya Atsumu's face.
Atsumu's face was pressed against Hinata's chest, looking up at him from below.
From Hinata's perspective, he could only see one of Miya Atsumu's eyes, the sense of danger screaming in his mind.
Atsumu pulled Hinata's clothes up with one hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not touching you anymore."
Before Hinata could even react, Miya Atsumu had already lowered his head again, continuing to toy with that moist, red cherry.
Ah.. Atsumu-ge, Atsumu-ge, I can't..
Miya Atsumu was clearly even more excessive this time, Hinata, feeling extremely unfamiliar with this sensation, ultimately lost control of himself and struggled with all his might, kicking Miya Atsumu in the leg.
Coach Kurosu, who heard the commotion while passing by the door, burst in with a bang, "What's going on!"
Before his eyes was a scene of chaos; Hinata was huddled in a chair with his clothes in disarray, although his shirt hadn't been pulled down completely, he was looking in a panic at Miya Atsumu, who was lying flat on the floor clutching his stomach.
After a half-second of mental short-circuiting, Kurosu issued his verdict: "Atsumu! What are you doing to Shoyo! It's club activity time!"
Hinata quickly straightened his clothes and hurriedly threw himself onto the floor in a kneeling position to make excuses for Miya Atsumu: "It's nothing, it's nothing! Atsumu-ge is applying medicine to me! Don't worry, Coach!"
Coach Kurosu was about to scold Miya Atsumu a few more times, but hearing Hinata's words, he could only point at Miya Atsumu with a trembling finger, then point at Hinata, before finally lowering his hand in exhaustion.
Get it done and come out quickly; we'll have a meeting in a bit regarding the arrangements for the training camp after finals.
Watching Coach Kurosu's departing figure, Hinata let out a sigh of relief as he stood up.
He knelt on the floor, nudging the approaching Miya Atsumu with his elbow without even looking back. "Pervert."
Miya Atsumu blocked Hinata's elbow with his hand, then pressed his whole body against him. "But Shoyo is really cute."
Watching Hinata, who didn't even look back, Miya Atsumu rubbed his nose against his ear.
“I'm done, Shoyo, won't you give me a kiss?”
Hinata turned his head, stared at Miya Atsumu's pleading face for a while, then leaned in to kiss his lips.
Although that feeling just now was strange.. it wasn't that I hated it.
As Kumagai passed by the door, he suddenly heard a thud coming from inside the locker room. In the next second, Hinata walked out of the door, clutching his clothes.
Upon seeing him, Hinata walked over quickly. "Akuma, let's go back together. Can you give me a toss in a bit?"
Kumagai blinked. "Sure, but what about Atsumu-senpai?"
Hinata quickened his pace: "Don't worry about him."
Chapter 307: The Three Hundred and Seventh Fox
Even though the Kansai League is co-hosted by Inarizaki and Shirabu, because Shirabu itself is located too far away, the rotation of venues for the host site mostly excludes Shirabu.
This time the situation was special, involving the issue of the venue for the upcoming Interhigh, in the end, Shirabu was chosen.
When Inarizaki and Kaifang arrived at Shirabu by car-pooling, the wealthy Seito and Inubushi Higashi had already arrived ahead of them via Shinkansen and a chartered bus.
Miya Atsumu, whose back and legs were aching from the bus ride, stretched his body as he looked at the energetic members of Seito, he couldn't help but lament with resentment, "Those damn wealthy schools.."
Although Inarizaki is top-tier among public schools, they still cannot compare to these private schools.
Moreover, compared to schools that receive direct government funding, most of Inarizaki's funds come from private sponsorships, so there is a significant difference in their level of freedom.
The time for this training camp was quite tight, so as soon as everyone arrived, they went straight to the Inarizaki No. 2 Gymnasium to report and began their warm-ups.
The Inarizaki members, who had just gotten off the bus, were not in very good condition, especially Hinata, who had been feeling thirsty after taking motion sickness medicine and had been drinking water intermittently. Coach Kurosu was very afraid that he would throw up.
However, it was obvious that he had overthought it; he had somewhat underestimated the physical fitness of his own players.
The moment Hinata touched the volleyball, his spirit visibly soared, he even felt as if he had been brought back to life.
Unfortunately, Inarizaki's morning results were not very good; they lost three out of five sets, as punishment, they had to run twenty laps and perform one round of diving in Shirabu's gymnasium.
But after a simple midday rest, the Inarizaki members successively regained their form, finishing the afternoon with an impressive record of three wins and one loss.
"It's been a long time since I've played a match this satisfyingly!" After dinner, Hinata followed Miya Atsumu back to the Inarizaki No. 2 Gymnasium for extra training.
Miya Atsumu grabbed a volleyball from the other side. "Me too. I feel like it's been a long time since Golden Week that I've felt this exhausted from playing a match."
Seeing Miya Atsumu walk toward the baseline, Hinata's eyes lit up.
He placed his hands in front of him and beckoned to Miya Atsumu, his eyes full of anticipation: "Is Atsumu-senpai going to practice serves? Can I receive them?"
Miya Atsumu readily agreed, "Sure, but I won't hold back.
Hinata cheered as he ducked under the net to the other side, lowering his center of gravity and standing on his tiptoes to stare at Miya Atsumu, his eyes filled with a thirst for the challenge.
Atsumu is the number one server in high school, now is the time to test whether his own first receive skills are up to standard!
Atsumu narrowed his eyes slightly and rotated the volleyball in his hands with a good mood. "Here it comes."
Hinata felt that his defensive practice had been going very well lately, he was becoming somewhat addicted to the sensation of the volleyball hitting his arms.
Using dynamic vision to capture the rotation of the volleyball, using past experience to analyze its landing point and trajectory, finally chasing it down through reaction speed or anticipation..
Bang!
The sound of the collision rang out immediately after, Hinata, who had successfully judged the trajectory of the ball, was unable to control its subsequent direction.
The overly tricky spin and sufficient power caused him to tilt slightly to the side, nearly causing him to fall to the ground.
Miya Atsumu nodded. "Nice job. Again."
Unabara Uta, who had just walked in, was still chewing his last bite of apple. Seeing Miya Atsumu praise Hinata with such a pleasant expression, he felt a profound sense of injustice in this world.
His face was written with resentment: "I managed to receive it last time, it just wasn't sent near the Attack Line, as a result, I got scolded from head to toe by Atsumu-senpai."
Rishia Heisuke, who walked in behind them, gave a ruthless retort: "Wake up, you're the Libero."
Hinata's immense progress was certainly worth praising, but Unabara Uta failing to perform his primary duties was a different matter entirely.
Unabara Uta shut down, silently taking a ball to the other side to practice counterattacks with Shirabu and the others.
Kumagai laughed and suggested to Rishia, "Let's practice receiving as well."
Rishia nodded. "Okay."
The two exchanged a glance and silently chose the court furthest from Miya Atsumu and Hinata.
You've got to be kidding me. If I accidentally get caught by Akuma-senpai.. the consequences will be severe!
Most of the people from the training camp had already gone to eat, with only a small number of those who had finished or had not yet eaten remaining in the gymnasium, so the sound of Miya Atsumu's power serves echoed continuously through the somewhat empty Volleyball Hall.
When Atsumu said he wouldn't hold back, he was certainly serious; not only did he pull out his three-way serve, but every single one was incredibly tricky.
The landing spots were basically never in the middle of the court; they were all near the edges or in the corners.
To receive such a serve, Hinata could only use his maximum speed to move constantly, most of the time, he could only rely on diving to save it.
Even so, the number of balls he actually managed to touch remained very few.
The ball hit near the right corner, staying in bounds, Hinata, who had lunged forward with all his might, ultimately missed it by just a few centimeters.
Watching the volleyball roll away, Hinata, lying prone on the floor, let out a sigh, ultimately choosing to remain motionless in a state of urgent reflection.
Footsteps echoed across the floor, Hinata turned his head slightly, catching sight of Miya Atsumu's volleyball shoes.
"100 serves, Shoyo hit 57 of them, only 23 didn't go out," Miya Atsumu's somewhat helpless voice rang out.
Hinata's face was pressed against the cool floor, cooling down his brain, which was running hot from intense exercise and thinking: "Then how many were successful?"
"As far as I'm concerned, as long as it's not too far out, it's a successful receive." Miya Atsumu had a smile on his lips, but his eyes looking at Hinata were very serious.
But for Kuniharu, only nine were able to keep up.
Hinata struggled to roll over onto his back, facing upward as he looked at the slightly hunched Miya Atsumu: "Only nine.."
"Alright, get up." Miya Atsumu lightly nudged Hinata's side with his foot.
You should still have plenty of stamina left. Get up quickly and get back to practicing your serves—one hundred jump serves.
On the other side, Usui Mitsuru felt his scalp go numb. "This guy really is the Akuma-senpai.."
After enduring a torturous hundred power serves and still having to continue practicing jump serves, his clothes were clearly soaked through; could he really keep playing?