FLIGHTLESS

She watched the boy pad away before returning. Her eyes locked on him and she offered a vibrant smile. “If were getting’ ice cream, its my treat, kiddo!” There was a chime of laughter that fell from her lips before she rose to her feet.

          This is the best reaction to getting hit with a ball he's ever seen. There's got to be some kind of catch. Still, he'd feel pretty bad accepting, so he shakes his head, holding both hands up defensively. "Ahh, no--! I insist, it's the least I can do. What flavour do you like, miss? It's on me."

         "Rain?"           The decoy repeats as he picks up the wayward ball that'd been deflected towards the sidelines, lips curved into a small frown. The prospect of having to peddle home in the downpour isn't an appealing one. "I hope not. Practice is almost over -- do you live close by?"

       “Not in that way, idiot.            You’re moving your            arms wrong.”

          "Ohh..."                Kageyama's right; he knows where he's                screwing up now.                "O-okay, one more time. I'll get it right!                                ... Psh, and there's no need to yell."

(Good Charlotte - “Last Night”)

                  “—Am undoubtedly in the middle of who knows                     where with no recollection of where my team is.                     Say, wanna help a lost (undeniably cute) girl like                     me?”

          "You're on a team? Which school are you from?"            Hinata is asking to sate his own curiosity, that, and            they've organized a practice match and he's absolutely            sure it's not against elementary schoolers.                                                                Like... 76% sure.

                ❝  no, your name is shrimp.                               I’m sure of it. ❞

          "It isn't! Who said it was?                             ...Was it Tsukishima-kun?"

    Was he going to start singing that stupid Disney song in his head? Maybe. Don’t let them know he knew, right? 

          "--Kozume-kun! You lookin' forward to the practice match?" He's determined to get Kenma excited about at least one. 

(An honest-to-god nonsensical thing for the meager sized sniper, herself, but really as long as it was lighthearted right? They aren’t a target nor someone incompetent among Tatsumi’s ranks, so no big deal.)

        He doesn't quiet get it, nor does he get her dolled up attire or why she's talking to him in the first place. He was just trying to practice serves, and then all of a sudden an elementary schooler comes out of nowhere and--                             "... Mean."