![]() “Yeah, you really stuck the landing on that one.” Kageyama crossed his arms, ignoring the angry leer on Hinata’s face. “How was that last one, Ukai-san?” Hinata proudly set his hands on his hips, “I nailed it, right?” He wriggled his eyebrows, earning himself a slap to the back of the head. He tossed the ball back over to his coach, who caught it effortlessly. “Yeah, okay, I’d like to see you try,” he retorted, no real heat behind it. ![]() Hinata quickly swiped his hair back again, moving to retrieve the ball. “How about you try landing on your feet next time, stupid?” Kageyama gibed, watching the small flicks of hair kiss the other boy’s forehead. He wiped at his cheeks, dusted pink, and hiked up courtesy of his vibrant smile. “I want to do that again,” he laughed breathlessly, taking Kageyama’s outstretched hand and stumbling to his feet. He leaned his body over to face his partner, chest rising and falling, boyish grin sending sparks through Kageyama’s body. Hinata rolled around until he caught sight of the last bounce. The boom was first then the sight of the ball ricocheting off the opposite wall, the harsh thud of Hinata’s ass landing on the hard floors, the proud smirk dancing on Kageyama’s lips. Hinata swung his arms, bent his knees, and flew. His old sneakers squeaked with every push. “Kageyama!” Ukai called out before he passed the ball, following Hinata’s run towards the net. Ukai dribbled the ball, and Hinata felt the pounding of it in his chest, loud and thick, echoing in the tense quiet of the gymnasium. He rolled his shoulders, worked out the kink in his neck as Ukai reached for the last volleyball from the basket. He shot the setter a heated glare before giving his coach a sharp nod. “One more time,” he demanded, voice like gravel. His fingers brushed the sweat-slick hair back against his crown, curled the strays behind his ear. The warmth of it pooled in the small of his back. It trailed down his taut jawline, puddling underneath worn, tattered shoes.
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