Hinata keeps digging around for things to stuff in the back, and Tobio's shoulders relax. He leans off the door and comes inside the room. Very Hinata. Remnants of mess. A teenage boy. But... the other things.
He stands in front of picture of the Karasuno team, peering up at it with a strangely soft expression on his face. Fly. Hinata really did care a lot about them. The team. His teammates. Even being a loser middle schooler with no formal training or even a volleyball team...
He misses the tongue. He absolutely misses the ball.
It smacks him in the shoulder and bounces into the side of his head, and he hunches. Slowly, he turns to look over his shoulder, offering Hinata a dark (playful) glare.]
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Hinata keeps digging around for things to stuff in the back, and Tobio's shoulders relax. He leans off the door and comes inside the room. Very Hinata. Remnants of mess. A teenage boy. But... the other things.
He stands in front of picture of the Karasuno team, peering up at it with a strangely soft expression on his face. Fly. Hinata really did care a lot about them. The team. His teammates. Even being a loser middle schooler with no formal training or even a volleyball team...
He misses the tongue. He absolutely misses the ball.
It smacks him in the shoulder and bounces into the side of his head, and he hunches. Slowly, he turns to look over his shoulder, offering Hinata a dark (playful) glare.]
You little--AIRHEAD!
[He's getting ready to chase.]