You have to realize that just painting white directly over your skin will look very strange.." Miya Atsumu rubbed his chin. "No, would a greenish tint actually fit the zombie setting better?
And only then did Hinata, who had shrunk behind Miya Atsumu after being startled by the zombie's terrifying appearance, finally snap out of it.
His finger pointed at the zombie was trembling as he spoke: "Aran-senpai?!"
That bedsheet ghost next to him is—
He turned his head to look, only to find that the bedsheet had already run away.
Chapter 467: The Four Hundred and Sixty-Seventh Fox
Atsumu, who was bickering with Aran, noticed a pair of large ears flash in his peripheral vision. "Shoyo? Where are you going?"
Hinata, who had already dashed off after that big white mass, called back from a distance, "The bedsheet—ran away!"
Dog Head hesitated for a moment, after glancing at the motionless Miya Atsumu, he decisively ran after him. "I'll go catch Shoyo and bring him back!"
He ran without any hesitation, looking as if he had no intention of coming back at all.
Imai was so exasperated she almost laughed.
Miya Atsumu looked at her, then looked at Aran, who was still staring at his phone, conflicted over his own expression in a selfie, gave a light chuckle as well.
Hinata's pace was incredibly fast. After the single ghost, he used his small stature to weave through the crowd, locking onto his target and lunging forward at maximum speed.
Given his short-distance explosive speed, no one in the current high school volleyball world can outrun him.
So, just as the white sheet ghost was about to follow the crowd through the crosswalk, his sheet was accurately grabbed.
The ghost, screaming "Oh no!" in his heart, raised his hands and pressed down firmly on the sheet over his head to prevent Hinata from pulling it off.
He stopped in his tracks, turning his head to look through the two holes in the bedsheet, breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Hinata.
The ghost reached out and tugged at the sheet in Hinata's hands, signaling him to let go.
Hinata blinked at him. "Oikawa-senpai, what are you going to do? Aren't you going to take a photo or something?"
He held a hand up to his lips, right in front of his mouth where it was barely visible, signaling Hinata to be quiet: "Shh—shh!"
Seeing him like this, Hinata tilted his head. "Hmm? Did you cause trouble again, Oikawa-senpai?"
Under the sheets, Oikawa Tooru felt a bit of a headache coming on: "So why have you become the Great King again?"
He exerted force, pulling his bedsheet back: "And besides, am I the kind of person who's always looking for trouble? Don't project Miya Atsumu's image onto me."
Oikawa meticulously tidied the clean sheets on his body, looking down at Hinata from above. "I'll go whenever I want."
For some reason, Hinata actually felt a sense of handsomeness coming from a walking bedsheet.
As expected..
Is being handsome a matter of temperament!
Hinata shook his head, casting those unrealistic thoughts aside. "No, what I wanted to ask is.. why didn't you put on some proper makeup for the event, senpai? Aran-senpai wore makeup."
With hands clasped under the bedsheet against his chest, the ghost lifted his head slightly, staring at Hinata with those two pitch-black holes.
Who do you think I am? I'm a star. The sports store over here is covered in my standees and advertisements, sometimes my face is even played on a loop on that big screen over there.
As he spoke, Oikawa gestured toward a massive cafe right next to them; on the rack at the entrance, there was a magazine featuring Oikawa Tooru on the cover. "And.. the fashion magazine I shot for was released today. Walking around casually in a place like this could cause problems."
Hinata's eyes widened. "A fashion—magazine!"
It felt like something he would never be able to touch in his lifetime, but Atsumu, on the other hand, would likely have the chance to go.
He spoke with a face full of longing about the increasingly tall and imposing figure before him, "Oikawa-senpai, you're just too amazing!"
"Of course." Oikawa Tooru held his head high, chest puffed out.
—Even though Hinata couldn't tell at all that he had looked up.
He shook off the bedsheet. "In short, just enjoy yourself and don't worry about me."
I have my own things to attend to, they don't conflict with yours.
What a joke, he had no interest in watching the scene where a junior he admired was being cornered by that obnoxious guy.
Moreover, that peacocking, arrogant attitude Miya Atsumu just showed.. seeing it made him feel annoyed.
It was definitely not because he felt like he had lost just because he didn't have time to pull off a cooler, more subtle look during the post-match interview! Definitely!
Hinata blinked. "What about Aran-senpai?"
Oikawa was even more indifferent: "He's already so grown up, why bother with him? It's not like he can get lost."
If someone could get lost here, he would have a good laugh at their expense.
"Alright, I'm off, see you in a bit!" Having said that, Oikawa Tooru took two steps back and dashed across the road just before the green light expired, fearing Hinata would come over and grab him.
He was currently very dissatisfied with his crude outfit, since the nearby restroom should be less crowded at this time, he wondered if he could borrow some suitable props.
For example.. something like a super cool mask and sunglasses.
Seeing the traffic light turn red, Hinata, who failed to catch up, withdrew the hand he had just reached out.
Damn it, he originally wanted to ask about the Tachibana Red Falcons' multi-point attack tactics from today's match!
Looking up at the skyscrapers of similar height all around him, Hinata suddenly felt a bit dizzy.
.. Eh? Which road did he just come from?
He thought seriously for three minutes before, as if accepting his fate, pulling out his own phone, prepared to ask Miya Atsumu for help.
Although Miya Atsumu couldn't open his coin purse right now, the other person's phone had a touchscreen, so there were no obstacles to using it.
Are you lost?
Just then, a voice rang out from not far away.
Hinata turned his head and saw the Dog Head mummy sitting on a stone stool.
He rushed forward with his arms wide open, as if he had seen a savior: "Unabara! You're here!"
Unabara stood up and straightened his tie. "Let's go, I'll take you back."
That's right, he only followed him out because he was worried Hinata would get lost, definitely not because he was afraid of Atsumu-senpai! Absolutely!
When the two returned, Miya Atsumu and Imai were already eating popcorn made with dragon fruit concentrate from a nearby shop, while Aran sat on the other side of the table, watching them eat.
From a distance, a large bucket looked quite bloody, but it still smelled quite fragrant.
"Popcorn!" Hinata cheered, rushing over to grab a handful and prepare to shove it into his mouth.
Imai watched Hinata's somewhat "savage" movements; under the dim light, she momentarily saw a Fox Demon drinking blood.
Hinata turned his head to look at Aran, who was holding a bottle of mineral water and drinking: "Aren't you eating, Aran-senpai?"
Aran waved his hand. "I'm still in the middle of the season, so I'm not eating anything from outside."
The post-match inspections for professional players are very strict; it wouldn't be good if they accidentally ate something they shouldn't have, or if they were negatively affected by some kind of additive.
Hinata chuckled, "That's a shame. In that case, I'll just help eat Aran-senpai's portion."
Imai extended an invitation to the group: "There are several shops in that shopping mall running events, with darts, airsoft guns, archery, haunted houses, things like that. Do you want to go play together?"
Unabara Uta, who had just been about to find an excuse to slip away, widened her eyes, her gaze toward Imai filled with the heartache of betrayal.
—Although the others could only see Dog Head, had no way at all to observe Unabara Uta's expression.
Imai didn't even look at him, instead pulling out the flyer he had received: "There are also gaming zone competitions and 5D experience zones, which are just like the attractions in Disney."
Hinata reached out and pointed toward the shop with the dart gun target shooting: "This looks great! Atsumu-ge, let's go play this first!"
Imai nodded repeatedly: "The rooftop of this place has bowling and things like that; it's very fun."
Seeing that Imai didn't seem to have any intention of choosing, Hinata asked proactively, "Then what does Imai-kun want to play? We can't just go to the places the two of us want to play, right?"
He and Atsumu are here on a date, the two of them, Imai and Hinata, should be too, right?
Imai silently dragged out the large black backpack she had been carrying behind her and patted it lightly: "I'll take photos of you two."
Yes, it wasn't any kind of gift, but rather her camera and tripod.
She and Unabara Uta had just finished taking photos by the landmark, they even hired a professional cosplay photography team to take a full set of photos of her and Unabara Uta.
She didn't need to worry about the photo editing work, but she and Unabara Uta had rented the photography equipment for their trip to Tokyo Tower, the rental lasted until tonight; it would be a shame not to make use of it.
Unabara Uta huddled in a corner, trembling, trying her best to keep herself as far away from Miya Atsumu's gaze as possible.
Don't think he didn't notice! When he brought Hinata back just now, Atsumu-ge gave him a fierce glare!
Imai glared at him too!
Fine, he admitted he was wrong.
He thought that Imai would be able to sneak away with him, but instead, Imai was actually having a wonderful conversation with Atsumu-senpai.
Thinking of this, Unabara Uta felt wronged.
Glancing sideways at Dog Head, Hinata blinked and asked, "Unabara, what about you?"
Unabara, who had been called upon, thought rapidly: "I'm going to the maze haunted house."
Exactly! I'll use the complex terrain inside the maze to completely shake off Atsumu and the others!
As a result, Unabara Uta was glared at by Miya Atsumu again.
Hearing Unabara Uta's suggestion, Hinata's face turned visibly a bit paler.
G-g-g.. A haunted house?!
Atsumu patted Hinata's shoulder: "It's fine, we won't go. Let those two go instead."
You have to realize that a Halloween haunted house contains more than just props and NPCs; it also has some malicious bystanders mixed in, the timid Hinata is very likely to become a target for their teasing.
After comforting Hinata, Miya Atsumu turned his head to look at Aran, who was eyeing the popcorn with envy. "Then, Aran, are you going to apply for a job as a haunted house staff member?"
Aran's mouth twitched. "Even though you're insulting me, I feel like you're actually complimenting me today."
Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I'll just go play with you guys. I can take some photos to send to Shinsuke while I'm at it. He couldn't come today because he has to go to his senior's lab tonight to help with copying data.
Yokohama and Tokyo aren't that far apart; if Kita didn't have anything going on today, he would most likely come to watch his match.
Seeing that a bowl of popcorn was almost finished by Hinata, Miya Atsumu shrugged his shoulders: "Alright then, shall we go now?"