You weren't playing volleyball for physical reasons- you played volleyball simply because of the power. You played because of the view on the other side of the net, the opposing team getting ready to save, to touch, to score then their pathetic little eyes losing their shine when they failed to defend the territory.
You twirled the ball between your palms, the sound of rubbing like music to your ears as you looked through the net at the black clad girls at the other side. The whistle sounded, you launched the ball in the air, your right arm stretched then your hand smacked the colorful ball when it reached your favorite height. With a smile, you observed the ball slam inbounds, right in the middle of the incompetent Karasuno girls- their libero didn't stand a chance unless she wanted her wrist dislocated.
You got the ball back, your ears full of the sounds of cheering, and twirled it once again as you waited for the whistle. When it came, the ball was in the air and your overhand serve scored another point. Your palm was red and tingling by the time you felt like giving the flightless crows a chance to fight. Why shouldn't you? Your team was already sixteen to eight- six of those only your powerful serves.
Let them fight. They'll cry harder when they fail.
Hinata watched the dark haired girl serve again and again and again, his orange-brown eyes intensely focused upon her face and the way her eyes seemed to seek out the weak and the, almost, sadistic pleasure in her bright orbs when Karasuno's female team yelled 'Don't mind'. In his eyes, she was powerful, something to be in awe of- not even Oikawa was so intimidating and he was a brilliant setter and server.
Kageyama smacked the back of Hinata's head, bringing back the orange-haired boy to the argument they had before Hinata's attention was seduced by the smirking woman.
"This crows are so broken." You laughed loudly, your sports bag settled on your shoulder, as you passed by the Karasuno locker room. "Someone should show some mercy and put them down."
A few girls on your team laughed with you, others just frowned at how rude your words were. Your lips twitched as the sound of crying of some chick reached your ears- it was like the sound of friction when you twirled the ball, amazing.
"Tomorrow," you said, turning serious. "Tomorrow, we have two games. You better get enough rest, stretch your muscles and such. Don't eat anything too heavy or unhealthy, alright?"
"Yes, mother!" Your teammates chorused, making you laugh as they giggled at their little joke.
Laying down on the bench and eyeing the bar holding the weights, you cracked your fingers before wrapping them around the ten kilograms heavy iron bar. At the ends were enough weights to make the whole thing weigh twenty five kilograms. Breathing in, raised the weight, then exhaled as you brought it to your chest. The action was repeated until you got bored and went to have a hot shower.
The water chased away the soreness in your muscles and made you zone out. It was a momentary bliss.
You yawned widely as you walked to school, hands safely tucked away in your pockets. The early morning air, though slightly chilly, didn't do anything to wake you up. What woke you up was an orange blur on a bicycle zipping past you while singing about toilets and who he is. Your eyebrows, a bit unkempt since you haven't had the time to pluck them, rose up to the middle of your forehead.
How the hell do some people have that much energy so early in the morning?
Hinata almost crashed into a house as he passed that girl with a mean serve. Swiftly, he turned and pedaled back to her, grinning and calling out a good morning. Large bags underneath her eyes gave her a look of a psychopathic raccoon but, nevertheless, she looked pretty.
"The fuck?" The girl whispered when Hinata stopped in front of her.
"I'm Hinata Shouyo! I go to Karasuno and I play volleyball too!" The orange haired boy rambled with a grin, all the while blocking her path. "I've seen you serve yesterday."
"Oh, you're another flightless crow."
"What's your name?"
"(Last) (first)." She grumbled, bypassing Hinata and continuing to walk. "Why are you so damn... Happy this early?"
"Because I've met you."
Hinata frowned when you stuttered and turned a fire truck red but he had to admit that the color brought out your eyes nicely.
"What position do you play, Hinata?" (Name) asked, glancing at the smiling boy.
"Middle blocker." Hinata crowed, throwing his arms up above his head and almost swerving into another house. "I'm the strongest decoy!"
"I'm best at serving." The girl mumbled, looking up at the sky and the sunrise. "Sure, I am a decent setter but I never set for the ace, only the person closest to me and, as a blocker, I suck so much because I can't jump high enough and I am barely taller than you. Are you a first year?"
"Yup!"
"Oh! This is where I go left, Hinata-kun."
"See ya, (name)-chan!" The boy waved and drove straight.
"Hey, Hinata!" (Name) called after the boy. "Maybe we could hang out sometimes!"
"Yes!" Hinata answered, looking absolutely ecstatic by (name)'s offer.
"What's with (name)?" One of your teammates, Rei, whispered to another one, Shizuka. "She's smiling and it's not even noon yet."
"Yeah, it's creepy."
"Your mom's creepy." You grinned and clapped them both on the back. "I haven't slept, you shits. And I might have talked to one of the male flightless crows."
"Oooh, which one? Was it that tall blond guy? Or the scary, long haired one?"
"Nah, it was Hinata Shouyo." You replied, taking off your clothes and changing into your uniform. "He's the short, loud one."
"The libero?"
"The middle blocker. He has orange hair."
"... Senpai, I didn't know you were a pedophile." The inseparable duo teased, Shizuka mock gagging.
Rolling your eyes, you turned away from your friends. Still, you smiled and thought of the cheerful shorty.
Two sets went by in a blink of an eye. Your team won by a large margin, almost pulverizing the opposing team without breaking a sweat. You cheered with the team, grinning so widely that your cheeks ached.
"Now, don't celebrate too early on." The coach lectured, but she was grinning too. "We have one more game to play."
"We'll win that one too." Sakura, always optimistic, borderline cocky, girl said and most of the others agreed with her.
"You fucking jinxed it." You growled, planning Sakura against the locker. "You fucking idiot."
"It's not my fault!"
"You practically handed over the points! How many times have I yelled not to touch the ball? How many times have I told you to pass the ball to someone else and you had to go alone against everyone?"
"Calm down, (name)." Your captain ordered, looking as broken as the rest of the team.
"Fine." You snapped and collected your things, not bothering to change out of the sweaty clothes. "I will come back when I am calm and not homicidal."
Karasuno's gym loomed in front of you. You could hear the balls hit the walls and the floor, sneakers squeak and many voices call out. Sighing, you opened the grey door and entered. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you- Hinata launched out of a crouch, shooting up like a rocket, and spiked the ball before you could make heads and tails out of it. Never have you ever seen a quick like that.
"Hot damn, Hinata-kun," you called out with a grin, drawing attention to yourself and disrupting the practice. "If I knew you had an ass like that... Mhm."
Hinata sputtered and blushed, the blond megane dude snickering with a freckled cutie by his side.
"(Name)-chan!" He grinned and ran to you, throwing his arms around you. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, we lost so I came here to calm my shit." You explained. "You're cute and I like you so... Why not."
"You like me?" Hinata beamed, taking your hands in his. "I like you too!"
At those words, your heart fluttered like wings of a hummingbird and your eyes brightened. And maybe, just maybe, Hinata's bright grin and adoring eyes calmed you down faster than breaking something or beating someone to a pulp. How could a boy she met just this morning make you feel that way with a mere 'I like you too.'?
