The Rising Sun on an Eastern Mountain

“That’s one technique,” Ennoshita murmured without a hint of judgment in his voice. “I would feel more scared if I closed my eyes through the scene. Your other senses get heighted when you cut one of them off, right? The visuals can be scary but sometimes the sounds get to me the most.” Simply recalling the film’s tension-building music brought back some of the anticipation that had put him on edge in the first place. The teen was half-way convinced to try closing his eyes through the next suspenseful part just to test how it would feel.

“Composed?” Ennoshita echoed, eyebrows ticking upward with surprise. Was that how others saw him? He left the tidbit alone, catching onto Asahi’s humor when brown eyes glanced his way. Ah— Embarrassment rose and Chikara rubbed his knuckles across a cheek to fend it off, the habit made to look like an idle movement. Well. His scream must have been impressive if even the gentle ace was making jests about it now. In hindsight, it was kind of embarrassing and he was glad for the darkness in the room as the feeling caught up to him.

“At least I recovered from it without trying to smother a pillow,” he returned after a pause, softening the straightforward jab with a flashed smile. “And things like monsters popping out of nowhere shock me too, even though I like watching this genre.” Like or not, nerves of steel were definitely not in his repertoire.

    "At least with the sounds, as long as I'm not too scared, I can prepare myself to envision something else.  Like..." Asahi paused in thought, searching for an example as his arm dropped back to its resting place.  Hitting one, he continued, "Maybe the characters are expecting something really horrible, but it's really something harmless, like an overly-mangy dog covered in mud and sticks and leaves, so it doesn't really look like a dog at all at first.  I'd have to open my eyes eventually, though, so I try to think that maybe they were having a more pleasant dream than what's actually happening, and when they wake up, there's actually something bad there.  But the initial scare is over by then, so..."  It sounded normal enough in his head, but voicing one of his methods so openly made it feel a little ridiculous.  "Visualising something like that can take time, though, so it doesn't always work if I'm not expecting the scare kind of early."

    He was happy for the dim light, figuring that the flush of self-consciousness was adequately masked, though at Chikara's following comment, the colour on his face intensified.  There was no discarding the evidence of his initial physical reaction to the scare with the pillow sitting in plain view, especially since his teammate had apparently seen it clearly.  The plush object was pulled closer in a subconscious effort to comfort himself.  "I can't understand people who aren't affected by those things at all!  Though, I bet Daichi wouldn't flinch.  Probably Suga, too."  A funny image crossed his mind, and he smiled somewhat knowingly over to his fellow wing spiker.  "For all of his toughness, though, I bet Tanaka jumps.  Maybe Nishinoya a bit, too, though he's probably really subtle.  He seems like the type to laugh a lot afterward."  Thinking about other members of the volleyball club like this definitely helped to ease his nerves.

Aone raised a brow at the shaky greeting, but said nothing of it. Instead, he nodded his head in a hello, wondering just what it was that the ace needed. He gave a small gruff to indicate that the other could keep talking. There had to be a reason for this after all, since it was unusual for someone from Karasuno to be near Date Kougyou.

    That is, until a shock of pale hair crowning the head of an unusually tall teenager caught his eye just a few feet away.  All colour drained from the ace's face for a few moments, instinctual dismay setting in at seeing the Datekou middle blocker out in the open like this.  However, there was something inherently unintimidating about the imposing athlete now.  Maybe it was the fact that neither of them were in a place where they'd have to face each other?  Perhaps it had to do with the victory Karasuno had scored against them?  Both of those were likely candidates, though there was also something else...

    Well, as long as he wasn't a bother, it wouldn't hurt to say hello, right...?  A few trepidatious steps were taken towards the other player, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other raising to wave half-heartedly.  "H-hey!  It's, ah...  It's been a while?"  That was a terrible greeting.

Stargazing with Karasuno’s ace seemed like the greatest idea in the world to Hinata. There was a voice in the back of his head that told him that something good would come out of spending time with Asahi stargazing. Was it a feeling? Some insight? Hinata shrugged and dropped the subject as quickly as it came up. Whatever the case, he wanted to get to know the ace a bit better.

"Nope! Uh, well…" Hinata thought about it for a minute, and looked at Asahi. "A little bit. But its totally worth it, I promise! Where we’re going is perfect for looking at the stars. You’re gonna love it, Asahi-san!"

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    Having noticed his teammate's slowed pace, Asahi was about to stop and wait for him, but Yamaguchi had resumed his pace and was catching up within the moment.  The younger teen's response caused his lips to curve into a smile, a breathy laugh mixing in with his words.  "That's mostly what I meant."  Though, if they were caught, the two of them weren't exactly known for being mischievous.  Perhaps they'd get off with a warning of some sort, rather than any extra punishment during activities the following day...?  He could only hope for such leniency.

    Sarukui comes bounding down the sidewalk with a volleyball held in both hands, feet hurriedly slapping against the ground. Rushing, he cuts around a corner and barrels straight into an innocent passerby, the force of the collision making him fall to the ground with a whump. He springs up a second later, rubbing scratched palms against his jeans, head bowing. “Sorry!”