Hinata's POV:
My feet leave the ground, leaving me vulnerable and open, but oh so free. The familiar rush flows through my small frame and adrenaline pumps through my veins. Crack. The sound resonates throughout the miniscule gym. "Woah! Tanaka-senpai! Did you see that?"
"Ya! It was amazing, my chibi kouhai!" Tanaka-senpai responds back with enthusiasm as great as mine. Tanaka-senpai ruffles my hair proudly, and I grin, elated at the praise. It's only than that I notice the dark aura that deflects my shiny mood. Slowly, I turn, letting Tanaka-senpai's hand drop. "K-Kageyama?"
Kageyama's POV:
I toss, the volleyball leaping from my fingertips, the path sure and steady. It is fast, but Hinata is faster, spiking my set with his usual form. His spike is rough, a dynamic, immature smack of the ball, completely lacking skill or power. It was that very spike that had scared me at first, as it deferred so much from his precise, measured spike. Our two forms were very different, but we had one similarity, our speed. It was the inhuman speed of my set and the even faster speed of Hinata's feet and spike that set our attack aside from all others. And now it was the same haphazard spike that calmed me during matches. For all I knew, the spike itself was unpredictable, but the spiker would always be there, in the air, no matter how ridiculous my toss was. In middle school, I had earned myself the cursed name of "king of the courts" due to my rude and sometimes humiliating insults and advices I would throw at my teammates. What they did not know was that that was the way I expressed my nervous energy. What I had needed at the time was someone who could understand me. I had needed a friend, a queen. Instead I got subjects, who laughed at the king's misfortunes and betrayed me. No, it wouldn't have been betrayal as they had never trusted in me as I. For there to be betrayal there must be trust, and trust had never been between them. Funny how I had found solace within the least trustable person. "Woah! Did you see that Tanaka-senpai?" The voice I'd come to associate volleyball with wrenches me out of my thoughts. Looking over at Hinata, I see I see Tanaka-san ruffling his hair. Touching Hinata. My Hinata. With a growl I didn't realize I let out, I step menacingly towards them.