[The baseball players nudge each other and nod their heads, grin mischievously and wickedly. There’s only three but Kageyama doesn’t seem put-out by a group small or large in number.]
Mind your own business. We’re practicing.
[The discarded volleyball gets picked up by one of them, rolled and tested in the hands. Kageyama’s arm tenses under Hinata’s sleeve clutch, but he doesn’t make any kind of move.
“Orange Juice has a long way to go then if he can’t serve,” another one says as the ball holder grins. “You a first year and a junior?”
It’s all it takes. It’s enough. He feels insulted because Hinata is insulted. A swelling wave of indignant anger curls up inside his chest, and he tears away from Hinata without warning. He doesn’t stop moving, almost running, until he gets to the boy holding the ball. He’s not a baseball player, but he could be with a swing like this. He sucker punches the boy so the ball is dropped. The hit isn’t terrible, just jarring enough to stumble the boy back and put a rather shocked, unsure expression on all their faces.]
His name is Hinata, and because we’re teammates, he can become one of the best Karasuno players the team has ever had. He doesn’t have to learn to serve to help us win the game. What he does now, spiking what I give him, is enough. Give us our ball back and go work on your pitches.
[It’s probably the look on his face that does more than the words. The boys book it in a scramble, leaving the ball behind, leaving them both behind.]
no subject
Mind your own business. We’re practicing.
[The discarded volleyball gets picked up by one of them, rolled and tested in the hands. Kageyama’s arm tenses under Hinata’s sleeve clutch, but he doesn’t make any kind of move.
“Orange Juice has a long way to go then if he can’t serve,” another one says as the ball holder grins. “You a first year and a junior?”
It’s all it takes. It’s enough. He feels insulted because Hinata is insulted. A swelling wave of indignant anger curls up inside his chest, and he tears away from Hinata without warning. He doesn’t stop moving, almost running, until he gets to the boy holding the ball. He’s not a baseball player, but he could be with a swing like this. He sucker punches the boy so the ball is dropped. The hit isn’t terrible, just jarring enough to stumble the boy back and put a rather shocked, unsure expression on all their faces.]
His name is Hinata, and because we’re teammates, he can become one of the best Karasuno players the team has ever had. He doesn’t have to learn to serve to help us win the game. What he does now, spiking what I give him, is enough. Give us our ball back and go work on your pitches.
[It’s probably the look on his face that does more than the words. The boys book it in a scramble, leaving the ball behind, leaving them both behind.]