After a quick stretch to loosen up their muscles in the sub-gymnasium, Hinata and Miya Atsumu returned to the Locker Room to change out of their sweat-soaked uniforms.
Because watching the Karasuno match had caused some delays, only Unabara Uta, Ginjima, Miya Osamu were still in the locker room when the two of them entered.
Looking at Unabara Uta chatting away on the phone, Ginjima changing his clothes, Miya Osamu leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed, quietly staring at the two of them, Miya Atsumu couldn't help but let out a soft click of his tongue.
His movements were slow enough already, so why were there still people in the locker room?
Especially Stupidji, who looked as if he were waiting specifically for them.
Catching the deep dissatisfaction in Miya Atsumu's gaze, Miya Osamu fell into an eerie silence.
After the two glared at each other for a few seconds, Miya Osamu spoke up gloomily, "Do I need to remind you that you're the Captain of Inarizaki?"
He was the one doing all the post-match signing and team organization, while Miya Atsumu had gone off to enjoy his sweet romance; he might as well just let him be the Captain.
Miya Atsumu felt quite guilty, but he still said righteously, "I'm only letting you handle some logistics; my focus isn't even on that."
Pre-match preparations, tactical arrangements, scouting the opposing team—these were the main focuses of his work. What he just did was..
Atsumu said righteously, "That's right, I just went with Shoyo to scout our future opponents. As the Vice-Captain, you're the one who should handle all those tedious post-match matters."
Finally, he added, "It's just that Shoyo is particularly interested in Karasuno."
The pot was thrown at him for no reason, Hinata peered over, looking at Miya Atsumu with a hint of shock.
Watching the Karasuno match didn't take them much time at all; it was only later, while stretching in the Sub-gymnasium, that Miya Atsumu insisted on dragging him to take a look at a few of their attacks during their match against Rakusan.
After the match ended, the live stream replay was already available online, Miya Atsumu focused on rewatching the part led by Rishia Heisuke and Miya Osamu.
Miya Atsumu not only watched for a long time, but he also made sharp and critical evaluations of every one of the two people's offenses.
Regardless of how you look at it, he shouldn't be the one to take the blame for wasting time! He can at most take responsibility for one-third of it!
Noticing Hinata's protesting gaze, Miya Atsumu gave a light cough.
Miya Osamu narrowed his eyes, but in the end, he said nothing more.
He admitted that Miya Atsumu's brain was indeed Inarizaki's most precious asset at this stage, he himself had no interest in sifting through those complex videos.
As long as Miya Atsumu doesn't cause any trouble, he wouldn't mind doing some logistics work.
"Coach is watching the Itachiyama match from the stands, Rintaro and the others have already returned to the hotel, so I'm leaving immediately. You and Hinata can look after yourselves. Don't eat anything reckless for dinner, also.." As he spoke, Miya Osamu looked Miya Atsumu up and down.
Don't do anything out of line during the tournament, otherwise, once we're back, I'll have your mother start your training all over again.
Miya Atsumu's expression crumbled instantly. "Hey! What is going on in your head! How could I possibly—"
"Heh." Miya Osamu let out a sneer, grabbed his bag, left the Locker Room without looking back.
He had stayed behind specifically to wait for Miya Atsumu, but since he had finished saying what needed to be said, there was no longer any reason to stay.
Tomorrow's match doesn't start until after nine o'clock, the meeting is around seven. During this time, Miya Atsumu and Coach Kurosu will have a private meeting to discuss the things needed for tomorrow's match; they likely won't meet again before tomorrow.
Then I'm leaving too. If anyone bullies you, just give me a call.
Having changed his clothes, Ginjima also said goodbye to the two of them and left the Locker Room together with his roommate, Miya Osamu.
Left behind by the two seniors, Unabara Uta quieted down, Imai on the other end of the phone also fell silent.
The moment Miya Atsumu's gaze swept over, Unabara Uta, who had been sitting on the mat, scrambled up on all fours, grabbed her bag, fled in a panic: "I'm leaving right now!"
The door behind them was closed, Miya Atsumu nodded with satisfaction.
Casting all his worries aside, Atsumu looked enthusiastically at Hinata, who was staring at him as if he were a criminal: "Alright, now it's just the two of us!"
Hinata let go of Miya Atsumu's finger and asked tentatively, "Won't we be sent back to the drawing board?"
Miya Atsumu was momentarily speechless, cursing Miya Osamu in his heart before decisively saying, "No."
Miya Osamu doesn't have that much authority; the two of them have equally weak credibility with their mother, she wouldn't kick him out of the house over something like this.
At worst.. he could always go stay at the Hinata family's house.
Hinata stared at Miya Atsumu for a while, seeing that he had no intention of doing anything, he felt a slight sense of regret.
But Itachiyama's match had already started, so he really should hurry up and change his clothes to find a good seat in the stands to watch the match..
Just as Hinata reached for his locker to grab his clothes, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and pressed against the back of his hand. Long fingers slid between his, tightening slightly to pin his movement.
A warm body also enveloped him from behind, broad shoulders pressing against his back, pinning him completely against the iron locker door.
With cold metal in front of him and a burning body behind him, Hinata, squeezed in between, let out a stifled, difficult moan.
A voice with a drawn-out tone sounded in his ear, carrying an undisguised sense of seduction.
“Shoyo, what do you want?”
Hinata moved, but unfortunately, he couldn't shake off Miya Atsumu's strength. He gave up struggling and instead used his free hand to touch the hand that was causing trouble.
Touching the protruding wrist bone of that hand, Hinata protested softly, "Atsumu-ge, has anyone ever told you that you're really mean?"
The vibration from the chest resonated through his back, Hinata knew it was Miya Atsumu laughing.
Resting his chin on the shoulder of the person in his arms, Atsumu leaned forward slightly, using his hanging hand to hook the edge of Hinata's left knee pad.
After soothing Hinata's grasping hand, Atsumu's hand moved inward along the edge of the knee pad, finally coming to a stop on the slightly protruding soft flesh where it was being squeezed.
His hand applied a bit of pressure, caressing the muscle beneath his touch.
The muscles felt great while relaxed, with Hinata's slight trembling, the muscles stood out under an unconscious tension.
Miya Atsumu knew that this muscle would show a solid shape when Hinata bent his knees in preparation to jump, possessing a beauty of extreme power.
With his vision restricted, Hinata's senses became exceptionally sensitive, he desperately wanted to stop Miya Atsumu's movement, but the strength in his hands was no match for the other man; he could only bend slightly at the waist, arching his body and using his legs to trap that hand.
It tickles.. stop playing around.
Miya Atsumu adjusted his posture, his fingers forcefully pressing into the inside of the knee pads, stroking the marks left by the pads on Shoyo's thighs and between his knees. "But Shoyo, you haven't told me what you want yet."
After many failed attempts, Hinata gave up on stopping Miya Atsumu, instead resting his hands gently on Miya Atsumu's wrists, stroking the prominent tendons and veins on his wrists and the backs of his hands.
He heard the soft hum from behind him just as he had hoped, the drawn-out tone relaxed and soft.
Hinata felt his ears growing hot as the arm pressing against him slid down, coming to rest between his face and the locker.
Atsumu froze for a moment, then withdrew his left hand and pressed it against Hinata's chin, tilting his face slightly.
Looking at that face, which was so red it looked like it might bleed, Miya Atsumu's brain experienced a brief short circuit as he suddenly guessed something.
After locking eyes with Hinata for a moment, Miya Atsumu let out a sudden, incredulous laugh. "So that's what Shoyo likes."
Miya Atsumu let go of Hinata, allowing Hinata to lean against the locker and turn to face him.
He wedged his legs between Hinata's, lifting him slightly, while using one hand to support Hinata's waist, making him almost sit on his lap.
Atsumu lowered his head slightly, rubbing against Shoyo's jaw in a placating manner. "Say it yourself, Shoyo, okay?"
Hinata looked into Miya Atsumu's eyes, unable to resist leaning in to kiss the bridge of Miya Atsumu's nose: "I want Atsumu-ge to kiss me."
Finally receiving Hinata's verbal request, Miya Atsumu happily agreed, leaning in to kiss Hinata's lips in that very position.
Hinata reached around to wrap his arms around Miya Atsumu's neck, taking the initiative to lick his lips. Atsumu also opened his mouth in response, allowing the unusually proactive Hinata to probe inside somewhat clumsily.
Unabara Uta, who had left in a hurry and forgotten that her water bottle was still in the locker, crouched helplessly by the vending machine, a full five meters away from the Locker Room.
Whether Miya Atsumu and Hinata would do something while no one was looking or not, he didn't dare go inside, or even approach; he could only stop from a distance after realizing he had left something behind and wait.
On the other side of the phone, Imai was still mocking him, while simultaneously rambling about all sorts of nonsense.
Oh my, the post-match locker room.. although nothing should happen considering you have a match tomorrow, it's still best to stay away.
The sound of the doorknob turning could be heard, Unabara Uta stared at the locker room door, looking very nervous.
In the next second, the door was pushed open from the inside, Hinata stepped out with a light and cheerful gait.
Seeing him crouching in the distance, Hinata's eyes lit up, he hurried over carrying something: "Unabara! Your water bottle!"
Miya Atsumu, following behind, was carrying both of their bags, he looked to be in a very good mood as well.
It was just.. for some reason, a piece of skin on his lip was peeled off, there was a blood scab next to it.
Unabara Uta shrugged her shoulders, looking at Hinata with a sense of shock, gave him a trembling thumbs-up. "You're way too fierce."
Hinata looked back at Miya Atsumu and gave a somewhat guilty smile. "I'll keep working hard.."
To lose because my technique is so bad that I accidentally bite Atsumu-ge or something.. that would be too embarrassing!
Miya Atsumu walked over and said with a smile, "It's fine, I'll teach you when we get back."
Imai's voice came from Unabara Uta's phone: "Whoa."
Noticing Miya Atsumu's gaze sweeping over, Unabara Uta silently took her water bottle from Hinata, then transformed into a turtle and retreated from Miya Atsumu's sight.
By the time Atsumu and Hinata reached the stands, Hoshiumi Hikari, who had already taken seats ahead of time, was waiting for them.
Watching the two of them arrive late, Hoshiumi narrowed his eyes. "You're so slow."
Hinata chuckled twice and sat down beside Hoshiumi. "Sorry, Hikari-kun, there were some unexpected delays."
Glancing at Miya Atsumu, who had followed behind, Hoshiumi asked expressionlessly, "Why are you wearing a mask?"
Did he catch it from Sakusa?
Miya Atsumu sat down, pulled down his mask, showed Hoshiumi his injured mouth: "Someone hurt me."
Hinata felt guilty, while Hoshiumi's mood sank even further once again.
Hoshiumi crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, I see."
As Hinata looked over, Hoshiumi spoke again, "Do you need me to help verify the testimony?"
Miya Atsumu didn't react in time: "Huh?"
Author's Note:
Hoshiumi: I mean, I want to punch you.
Chapter 335: The Three Hundred and Thirty-Fifth Fox
Feeling that Hoshiumi seemed to truly want to get up and fight him, Miya Atsumu sat up straight without making it obvious, his entire demeanor becoming much more serious: "Let's skip that, this is a mark of love."
Hirugami reached out and pressed his hand against Hoshiumi's shoulder: "The match doesn't end until tomorrow night."
The consequences of fighting or brawling within the gymnasium during a match are extremely severe; if caught, one could potentially face a penalty of being suspended from all competitions for several years.