Thinking of this, Hinata stood up and paced back and forth several times in excitement.
With Kageyama for comparison, Hinata was so moved he was almost in tears: "Hayami, you're so reliable!"
Hayami smiled, in a very good mood.
Actually, it wasn't that he was that amazing, but rather that their own setter had always told him this, trying to get him to give more direct, high tosses.
But Hayami expressed that he isn't a superman; he can't make the volleyball curve or change direction, if the opponent attacks Position 1, he has no way to make the ball land on the other side.
And the summary of the Setter's troubles is simply a very effective measure for countering serves.
Unable to sit still, Hinata grabbed his volleyball shoes and rushed out the door again: "Hayami, you don't have to wait for me! Just go to sleep!"
I'll go try again! I'll come back quietly!
The door was slammed shut with a bang.
But after a short while, Hinata ran back again.
This time, he took his change of clothes and his toiletries.
It looked like he was truly planning to practice until very late, then quietly return to his bed to sleep.
Hayami didn't say anything else.
His current task was to focus entirely on recovering his health, so that he could finally have the chance to train with these people.
The phone rang in his ear, Hayami leaned over to take a look; it was Hinata's phone, which he had left on the table.
The caller ID read "Atsumu-ge".
Staring at Hinata's phone for a while, Hayami decided to pretend he hadn't heard it.
A moment later, the call disconnected automatically.
But immediately after, Miya Atsumu's second call came through, with the distinct feeling that he would keep calling if it wasn't answered.
Hayami fell silent for five seconds, contemplating whether it would be better to take the phone to find Hinata, or if it would be better to answer and tell Atsumu that Hinata wasn't there.
When Miya Atsumu's third call came through, Hayami made his decision.
Because he wasn't sure which gymnasium Hinata was in, he didn't want to move around anymore today, so he answered the phone.
“Sho—yo—you're having so much fun, you've completely forgotten all about your poor Atsumu-senpai—”
I'm angry! I'm going to cry! You promised we would talk on the phone every single day!
The phone had barely been picked up, before Hayami could even introduce himself, Atsumu's long string of words had already come crashing down.
Adopting the philosophy that whoever complains first is in the right, Miya Atsumu positioned himself as the victim at the fastest possible speed.
It was only when Miya Atsumu failed to hear Hinata's voice for a long time that he finally realized something was wrong.
Shoyo?
Hayami finally spoke, "Hello, Atsumu-senpai. This is Subaru Hayami from Star First."
Miya Atsumu moved the phone away from his ear, repeatedly confirming whether he was dialing Hinata's number.
He frowned, his voice turning cold, "Hayami? Why is it you? Where's Shoyo?"
Hayami was not afraid of Miya Atsumu, but instead replied calmly, "Shoyo went to the gymnasium to train; he and I share the same dormitory."
He didn't take his phone, my current condition isn't suitable for moving around, so I took the initiative to answer the call so I could tell Hinata when he returns.
Miya Atsumu stopped in his tracks, Miya Osamu, standing beside him, cast a puzzled look his way.
What's going on?
Hinata ran off with someone else?
Miya Atsumu replied with two words: "Yeah, alright."
Hayami hesitated for a moment, adding one more thing before Miya Atsumu hung up the phone: "Atsumu-senpai, I wonder if Hinata will talk to you about it."
A setter named Kageyama just seemed to bully him.
He wasn't very close to Kageyama. They were merely acquaintances who had faced each other once during the last training camp.
Moreover, judging by the expression Hinata had when he walked in just now, he must have been quite infuriated.
In that case, you couldn't blame him for reporting it.
Miya Atsumu's expression darkened. "I understand."
He hung up the phone, gripped his mobile tightly, turned to walk in the opposite direction of the bus stop.
A string of question marks appeared above Miya Osamu's head: "Where are you going?"
Atsumu said without looking back, "To Tokyo, to volunteer to be a sparring partner for Coach Unabara."
Osamu looked shocked. "Wake up. There are no more buses at this hour. If you want to go, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."
And you should at least bring some things. Do you plan on sleeping naked?
Atsumu stopped for two steps.
It seems.. that wouldn't be so bad either?
Having caught Miya Atsumu's thoughts from his back, Miya Osamu suddenly had a strong urge to kick that bastard Atsumu out of the house and become an only child himself.
Miya Osamu turned and walked away, having no intention of paying Miya Atsumu any more attention.
“From now on, don't say your surname is Miya when you go out. We aren't close."
Chapter 473: The Four Hundred and Seventy-Third Fox
Miya Osamu stood with his arms crossed over his chest, quietly watching Miya Atsumu pack his things.
Miya's Mother, who had come over at the sound of the commotion, was a bit puzzled: "What is Atsumu planning to do? Didn't he say he'd be staying home for the rest of the holidays except for the matches?"
Miya Osamu walked to his mother's side and spoke on behalf of Miya Atsumu: "Shoyo is being bullied, so he's going to back him up."
Miya's Mother's expression also turned serious: "That won't do. How can you go around bullying people?"
She asked, "Do you need Mom's help? I don't have much going on these two days, so I can go with you."
Atsumu shook his head. "No need, I can go by myself. I'll leave tomorrow morning."
Miya's Mother expressed her regret: "In that case, I'll make a little more of the food Shoyo loves; you can take some with you."
Once Mom left, Miya Osamu turned his head to look at Miya Atsumu. "Did you greet the Junior National Team coach? Will there be nowhere to stay when we go tomorrow? Shoyo already has roommates."
Miya Atsumu waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine, I have my own ways."
Osamu stared at his unreliable twin brother for a long time, but in the end, he said nothing.
He had absolutely no interest in the "method" Miya Atsumu mentioned, nor did he trust it.
If he had any interest at all.. it was probably the amusement of seeing what kind of joke Miya Atsumu would make of things next.
Sitting on the bed, Miya Osamu reached out for his unfinished winter break homework.
As soon as he touched his homework notebook, his entire body froze.
This guy..
He wouldn't be planning to go cry at the entrance of the Volleyball Association, would he?
—Of course not.
Atsumu is crying in Coach Unabara's office.
The schedule for the Junior National Team during this period was very intensive, Coach Unabara had no spare time at all, so he simply stayed in the temporary dormitory at the Volleyball Association building.
Because the matches were scheduled throughout the entire day, there was no morning practice, allowing the selected players to sleep in until eight-thirty.
Coach Unabara, who had woken up a bit early specifically to see what was on the menu at the cafeteria, was yawning while sipping health tea from his thermos.
The moment he went downstairs to the third floor and stepped outside, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something extra in the hallway.
There was a mass of something crouching at his office door, quietly, yet seemingly.. watching him.
The moment Coach Unabara, who hadn't fully woken up yet, froze, that thing suddenly lunged up and rushed toward him.
Coach Unabara subconsciously looked up toward the end of the ceiling that connected to the hall at the end of the corridor, where a massive quartz clock was hanging.
It was 6:45 AM Tokyo time, the sky had already brightened. Logically speaking, monsters and ghosts and such should have..
Coach Unabara—
The tall, well-built youth slid toward him, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.
Hearing that highly recognizable voice, the coach's eyes widened: "Miya Atsumu? What are you doing here?"
That's not right. Miya Atsumu has already become a regular; why is he here for a selection-style training camp?
What? Is he quitting to switch sports because he can't play volleyball anymore?
No! He won't allow it!
He is the highly sought-after setter of their Men's Volleyball team! What will they do if Miya Atsumu leaves!
Atsumu rubbed his hands together. "Our team hasn't had much to do lately, our Ace has already emerged, so we're quite free. I thought I'd come over and give you a hand."
A string of question marks appeared above Coach Unabara's head.
Is Inarizaki being this unmotivated? Did they start slacking off after winning the National Sports Festival championship?
Even without the Ace, there are still plenty of other things to practice. Besides, with the depth of Inarizaki's bench, training matches wouldn't be hindered at all.
Seeing Coach Unabara's face clearly written with disbelief, Miya Atsumu steeled himself and started playing the victim.
Fine, I admit I lied.
The Vice-Captain and I had a fight because we couldn't agree on something, then our coach kicked us out of the gymnasium.
Shoyo and I are usually on decent terms in our team, but right now I can't even get into my own house or the gymnasium, so I have no choice but to come here and seek refuge with Shoyo..
Coach Unabara believed him in just a second.
Everyone knew about the friction between the Miya Twins. A long time ago, when they were in their first year, he had even gone to Hyogo to watch an Inarizaki match, only to witness the Miya Twins refusing to play and instead arguing on the court, nearly coming to blows.
Fortunately, he was there that time. The Miya Twins actively admitted their mistake after the match; otherwise, it would have been normal for the two of them to be suspended for a month or two.