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( Moon-Moon )

          Thoroughly amused. Seemingly constant swirling honey hues locked on to the other pair from the middle of his jump to present motion. The hint of an invisible thread pulling at the corner of his mouth to allow the natural teasing smirk to be pulled in position, glowering back with no hesitation. A single blonde eyebrow arched at the declaration, a game wanted to played so he’ll join just for a shot of ruining the pride that radiated from the other. His prize.

         ❛       Glad you’re in love with these ‘damn hands’ because that’s the only thing you’re going to see from my side of the court, blocking your way. ❜

                                                                               🐥---❰ Down. Down. Down. Feet implanted themselves on the polished floor. Engine was revved up. Atmosphere changed drastically from pure concentration to animalistic. Wide set lightly colored eyes never left the blocker as the small giant’s lips curled upwards; --facial features set into pure focus while analyzing. Mind racing, those eyes looked at the blocker’s hands, then fingertips. ---Grin growing into a wicked, curved line.  ❱--- 🐦 

                                                                        🐥---❰ As he was rooted to his spot did the whole team’s demeanor change. The looks on their face was pure confidence, pride. A mere boy standing at one-hundred-seventy centimeters was helping his team out as well as himself. This blocker was nothing. Atsumu telling the team before their match: even though he’s not our ace, he’s just as powerful and smart as the Small Giant. Watch his back because he’s no scrub out here on the court.  ❱---🐦  

                           🐥---❰ Arms held out, shoulder muscles bunching up together as the Wing Spiker’s head tilted up towards the ceiling. Mouth opened widely before the words were yelled -- truly this young boy walked with as much pride and confidence as his nicknames namesake; his shout amped up even the crowd behind him; such aura was almost suffocating.  ❱---🐦

                    ❝ ATSUMU! GIVE ME ANOTHER TOSS! LET’S BEAT THESE SCRUBS, YEAH?! ❞

( Tol Giant )

     It was a long day of hard work—-practice matches followed by supplementary training was in the best interest of both teams. Yuutarou’s muscles were achy and his ligaments felt sore and worn-out; but he felt refreshed. At Aoba Johsai, the practice was always done with moderation, but now the boy had the satisfaction of giving a long and hard stretch outside of the ever-warming gymnasium—-of course, only up until his body lurched forward from a sudden collision, followed by immediate yelling.

          「 Err, my bad. I was just stretching a little bit.            How about watching where you’re going as well, though? 」

                                                                          🐥---❰ Bag slung across broad shoulders as arms then crossed. Short this second year may be, but intimidation leaked from him like a dripping faucet. It was obvious this short boy had tons of pride in who he was and always found it funny how no one has never even heard of him! Practicing out there, he’d made a name for himself. Not the first time either. Now that practice was over, he’d wanted to go back to his own high school and work on his jumping technique. Tick mark visible on his brow as molars gnashed down. ❱---🐦 

                 🐥---❰ Wide set eyes looked up at the tall AobaJosai player. So this might be who he’d play with next year? What a scrub. Brows furrowed before lips parted to say something smart-ass like back. A hand settling on his shoulder firmly, stopped him in his place from saying anything too mean. He didn’t have to turn his head to look who it was. Atsumu. Cooled down slightly did the Small Giant glare at the onion looking guy. His stare was intense, frightening, more so than Karasuno’s Decoy. ❱---🐦

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        ❝ You’re not going to ask me for ADVICE,            are you? ❞

                                 The face he makes isn’t one he MEANS to do. Every time someone wanted him to do something it was because they wanted to LEARN. Oikawa isn’t exactly MERCIFUL in making it known that he DOESN’T want to teach anyone any pointers that don’t belong on his own team. Arms cross, his “ bitch face ” expressing that he’s more likely to simply LEAVE if he finds out this is meant to help this guy improve his own tosses, but if it’s made only to feel like his spikes are being set up to how he BEST spikes…

        ❝ If you don’t want advice, then alright. It’ll            take a few tries before it feels okay for            you, though. ❞

                                                      🐥---❰ What was the point in asking for advice when he was a see and do type of person? Kourai understood asking for help was essential, but sometimes someone had to learn by themselves and take the risk. He wanted to figure out how to do this himself and Atsumu wasn’t around to help him. If he didn’t respect Oikawa so much, he wouldn’t be asking for tosses.  ❱---🐦

                                                                       🐥---❰ Like Atsumu once told another player, Kourai doesn’t hit scrub tosses. The look on the Setter’s features didn’t frighten him one bit. Kourai’s look was mirrored as one of intense focus, face set into a blank mask. He wasn’t here to improve his setting, receiving, or blocking for he excelled in all those just fine. It was his jumping. He wanted to jump higher, spike more powerful if he wanted to become an Ace in the next year. And the matter of what High School he wanted to switch to. ❱---🐦  

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                                                                  🐥---❰ Wide set eyes; concentration written over doggish like features as small brows arched upwards. Pupils glanced towards the tall as hell Shiratorizawa player before him. Sure enough some other players from the other training camp have heard about him, right? Hoshiumi Kourai, the Small Giant of his High School. Wing Spiker with a jump higher than Karasuno’s Decoy.  ❱---🐦

                         🐥---❰ If no one knew him, then he’d make his name known for sure. Only a second year and already other high schools wanted him. Indecision had played upon his mind, unsure. He didn’t want to leave because him and Atsumu were a package deal. Staring up at this tall beet looking guy, he wasn’t sure what he wanted.  ❱---🐦

                           🐥---❰ Brows arched, wide set, doe-like eyes practically glaring at the other standing before him. Oh how the atmosphere had changed. Lightly colored eyes never wavered from the tall blonde player as if challenging to a sort of stare down; the one to look away first, loses. Seeing himself reflected in that player’s eyes as if he were being looked down on. Hatred---boiling; pride--swelling the small male’s broad features. There was no backing down from someone who thought they were probably better than anyone else. ❱--- 🐦

                                         🐥---❰ It only took a few minutes to get cleaned up after practicing on the court. After the whole ordeal with the intensive training camp, Kourai still wanted to work on his jumping a bit more. An uneasy feeling settled within his gut that he couldn’t shake. Atsumu had helped him by giving him tosses fr hours until he felt as if he perfected what he wanted done. Everything went well today. That was until he felt his nose slam right into another person’s back. What. The. Hell. ❱--- 🐦  

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                                               🐥---❰ Brows arched upwards as eyelids came to a terrifying squint. Lips jutted out, twitching to say something back, but he stood there on the opposite side of the net and silently judged this beet looking boy who was way taller than him. Tendou seemed to lack a filter, and to tell a tasteless joke like a short one really grated on the Wing Spiker’s nerves. He’d make sure to send this guy his most powerful spikes to receives. . .to the face.❱---🐦