Seeing Hinata shrink back behind Hoshiumi, Miya Atsumu's momentum instantly deflated.
His expression turned pitiful, his voice took on a long, sobbing quality.
Shoyo.. are you going to help them bully me too?
Hinata clung to Hoshiumi's arm, not daring to even breathe loudly.
He was in the wrong because.. when it came to spreading those unflattering photos of Miya Atsumu.. he was actually the one who handled them first!
Catching the guilt on Hinata's face, Miya Atsumu thought to himself that something was wrong.
He looked down at Hinata and took a step toward him. "Shoyo, is there something you're hiding from me?"
Hoshiumi lifted a leg, blocking Miya Atsumu's path: "What, are you planning to bully my disciple?"
The next second, a hand reached out from beside him.
The person above held his phone and handed it to Miya Atsumu with trembling hands.
After a moment of stunned silence, Hoshiumi turned his head in shock, his gaze landing on Hinata, who had taken his phone and handed it to Miya Atsumu: "Shoyo?!"
You, you, you—you're being blinded by lust!
Miya Atsumu withdrew his pitiful expression, reached out to take Hoshiumi's phone, praised him at the same time, "Beautiful."
Unlike the cautious Suna, Hoshiumi's phone had no passcode. Miya Atsumu easily opened Hoshiumi's photo album and deleted the ten consecutive photos he had just received.
Hoshiumi didn't have a habit of taking photos in his daily life, so after those few were deleted, the next page of photos surfaced.
To Miya Atsumu's surprise, it wasn't the photos of Hoshiumi recording his daily life that he had expected, but rather..
He and Oikawa Tooru.
Some were photos he had an impression of, but he couldn't remember exactly when they were taken, another part was cropped from match footage and post-match interviews.
Oikawa Tooru's were clearly all from match recordings and various event photos.
Without exception, they were all outrageously ugly.
Miya Atsumu stubbornly flipped back a few more pages; aside from the ugly photos of him and Oikawa Tooru, the rest were normal photos.
But the proportion of ugly photos.. was a bit too high!
Atsumu's hands trembled, his face turned from pale to deathly white.
Having finished lecturing Hinata, Hoshiumi lunged forward and snatched back his phone.
Miya Atsumu was stunned and failed to react in time, the evidence of Hoshiumi's transgression was snatched right out of his hands.
The first thing Hoshiumi did after getting his phone back was set a password and shove the phone into his pocket.
With his hair tousled into a bird's nest by Hoshiumi, Hinata poked his head out from behind the sofa, showing half his head as he looked at the petrified, statue-like Miya Atsumu.
Miya Atsumu's brain worked at high speed, recalling everything he had just seen on Hoshiumi's phone.
It seemed that two of the videos were right next to each other; one showed him being hit by Hinata, the other showed Oikawa almost being hit.
He had watched those two videos several times to catch the culprit, so he remembered them very clearly.
And the one that was updated before these two videos had a thumbnail that was the same as the thumbnail of a high-traffic video on You Tube.
Although You Tube videos can also be downloaded, thinking back to the previous video..
Miya Atsumu raised a trembling hand and pointed at Hoshiumi: "You.. you—"
You're French Fries!!
Hoshiumi fell silent for two seconds, while Hinata had already completely shrunk behind the sofa, clutching his head as he scrambled down.
Facing Miya Atsumu's shock and anger, Hoshiumi crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head slightly. "What, am I not good enough?"
Hinata lay on the ground, pressed against the floor, he heard the sound of Miya Atsumu's knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.
In the next second, the throw pillow on the sofa flew into the air, flying over numerous obstacles and smashing directly into the wall next to Hinata.
Prepare to die, Hoshiumi!
You think I'm afraid of you!
Considering they couldn't leave obvious marks or risk being kicked out for causing a serious brawl, neither of them resorted to direct physical combat.
Even so, the two throw cushions were being swung so vigorously by Hoshiumi and Miya Atsumu that they created a whistling wind, leaving the nearby Aoba completely stunned.
Suna silently crouched down behind Komori's sofa, pulled out his phone, turned on the recording function, pointed it at Hoshiumi and Miya Atsumu.
Where did I offend you! To think you'd slander me like that!
You have the nerve to say that! My wonderful, promising little apprentice! You just led them astray like that!
It was mutual! How can you say we went astray!
The two who had just finished showering and hadn't even styled their hair had gone from swinging and throwing pillows at each other to grabbing each other's hair; the two who had originally cared about their hairstyles now had hair that looked like two bird's nests.
Shrinking between the sofa and the wall, Hinata trembled, "It's all my fault.. Atsumu-ge, Hikari-kun, please stop fighting.."
You aren't even considering his future!
I've considered everything! I've even gone to see Ouji-senpai's coach. Even if Shoyo is in Brazil, I'll make sure he plays volleyball properly!
Komori thoughtfully cleared everything off the table and sent Aoba to the stairs to keep watch.
It was unknown whether they had made too much noise, but the Coach in charge of night patrols heard the sound and came over to investigate.
Seeing the Coach poke his head out, the Aoba players quickly retreated, frantically making hand gestures toward the two of them.
Komori stood up and shouted to stop, "The Coach is coming, the Coach is coming! Stop, stop, stop!"
Even though there were surveillance cameras.. you could call it a pillow fight; as long as you found a good excuse, it wouldn't be a problem at all!
Miya Atsumu and Hoshiumi stopped one after the other; because the training volume was heavy today, Miya Atsumu, having already had a fight with Suna, was completely at a disadvantage.
His golden hair had several strands pulled out by Hoshiumi, his neat bangs were sticking up in extreme disarray.
Hoshiumi stood up and clapped his hands. "Deleting the video is impossible. Once you go professional, I'll make a dedicated hate account just for you."
Having said that, he stood tall with his chest out, proclaiming his victory.
His little French Fries account already has several thousand followers, he has decided to turn that account into Miya Atsumu's biggest anti-fan!
Hmm, let's start by making a move on Oikawa-senpai.
Suna turned off the recording and squatted on the ground, clapping for Hoshiumi.
Hoshiumi tidied his hair and let out a sneer as he looked at Miya Atsumu's disheveled appearance. "Miya Atsumu, you really are no good."
He peeked behind the sofa at Hinata, who was lying there, said, "Shoyo, you should break up with him immediately; he has no future."
Hinata poked his head out. "I can practice, I'll help Atsumu-ge."
Hoshiumi slapped him. "You're still speaking up for him!"
Miya Atsumu stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering, "It's over.. my reputation is ruined.."
Hinata dodged Hoshiumi's palm and instead comforted Miya Atsumu: "It's okay, Atsumu-ge, we'll go back and make a special account just for your amazing highlight reels!"
Although he lacks experience, he can always go ask Kenma for advice!
Kenma is already posting console game walkthrough videos on You Tube and has quite a few fans.
Hoshiumi was fuming: "Whose side are you even on!"
Hinata shrank back again. "I.. I can stand on one foot on one side!"
One is his lover, the other is his master; he doesn't want to give up on either of them!
Hoshiumi almost laughed out of anger: "You really have no ambition."
Coach Arakune also came up at this moment, pointing directly at them and saying, "What do you think you're doing! Fighting is prohibited within the Volleyball Association! One warning, three strikes mean immediate disqualification!"
Everyone stood at attention.
Before Komori, who had intended to bring up the absurd idea of a pillow fight, could even speak, someone from Aoba suddenly spoke up.
That! There's a cockroach! We're catching cockroaches!
After saying that, he looked at Hinata, who was still behind the sofa: "Hinata, you haven't caught it yet?"
Hinata scrambled up on all fours and shouted at the top of his lungs, "No! The cockroach escaped!"
On the other side, Sakusa, who had just opened the door and was about to get some water, paused slightly, his eyes filled with despair and terror.
Chapter 386: The 386th Fox
Coach Arakune almost laughed from sheer frustration.
The cleaning of their Volleyball Association building is very frequent and thorough. Moreover, no one lives here long-term, the dormitories undergo thorough disinfection after every training camp. Since the infirmary is located directly below this floor, the probability of cockroaches existing here is extremely low.
—They couldn't even tell a convincing lie.
But they didn't look injured, so it might have just been them playing around.
He was still at ease regarding Komori; if a real fight broke out, Komori wouldn't just stand by and watch.
Coach Arakune warned the group, "It's getting late. If you're going to make noise, keep it down; people are already sleeping."
The group, having been gently scolded, stood at attention. "Yes!!"
After a final glare at each other, Miya Atsumu and Hoshiumi walked toward the dorms, one behind the other. The two of them walked faster and faster, inexplicably competing with one another.
Watching the three of them leave, Komori looked at Sakusa, who was hesitating at the entrance, asked with some confusion, "What's wrong?"
Sakusa glanced toward the lobby, then looked at the nearby pantry, replied in a low voice, "It's nothing.."
On the other side, Hoshiumi, who had walked too far because he was competing with Miya Atsumu, was also called back by Hakuma; he ultimately flashed a middle finger at Miya Atsumu's back and returned to his own room with a look of displeasure.
Closing the door to his room, a very guilty-looking Hinata looked toward Miya Atsumu, who was already sitting on the bottom bunk with his legs crossed.
The other party was expressionless, his eyes appearing full of gloom within the shadows of the top bunk.
Being stared at, Hinata slowly shuffled step by step toward Miya Atsumu, kneeling down in a proper dogeza, prepared to accept his judgment.
Miya Atsumu, having long ago discovered something from Hinata's guilty and non-committal behavior, asked bluntly, "Speak, what did you do?"
Hinata's eyes began to wander, avoiding eye contact with Miya Atsumu: "Well.. how should I put it.."