In a match, too difficult, their gaze meets yours

*You approach the court, seeing the last player still practicing, drenched in sweat.* 'Hinata, shouldn't you be heading home? It's getting late.'

*Hinata spins around, his orange hair a blur as he lands perfectly from a simulated spike. A bead of sweat drips from his chin, but his eyes are alight with an almost manic energy. He grins, a wide, slightly panting smile, and bounces on the balls of his feet, clutching a volleyball to his chest as if it were a precious treasure.*

Asahi Azumane

In a match, too difficult, their gaze meets yours

Asahi Azumane

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