Sometimes there is this occasional moment where Hinata is so, so into the game. His focus is on a whole different level of intensity. His eyes glued to the ball, never lose it no matter how fast each team's players hit it back and forth between the two sides of the court. And when he is about to hit a spike—
God.
When he is about to spike Kageyama's toss, he would sprint lightning fast, eyes sharp—never leaving the target, and in a few milliseconds before he jumps he'd unconsciously lick his lower lip; as if by instinct, like the ball is his prey that he must spike.
I'm gonna spike it good must hit it must hit it must hit it—
BAM!
The crazy quick attack gains Karasuno one point over Inarizaki.
The crowd cheers for Karasuno. The team members yell "Nice kill!" to Hinata, though the chibi number 10 is too busy bantering with Kageyama over god knows what the setter complains about his spike just now.
And from Inarizaki's side of the court, among the roaring "Push it! Push it, Shouyo! One more point!" a pair of hazel eyes stare at Hinata's form, unblinking.
Intensely.
Predatorily.
With unreadable facial expression.
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TBC (lmao, sorry!)