“This is so cool,” Hinata gushes, hip-knocking Atsumu as they head towards the locker room, shoes scuffing on polished hardwood. “It almost doesn’t feel real.” He chuckles, wiping sweat from the back of his neck with a towel. “We’re here, on Japan’s National Team. Going to the Olympics! I’m playing with Kageyama again! Oh, and with Ushiwaka! It still spins me out how big that man is!”

Atsumu almost feels himself wilt.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Hinata keeps talking— probably not even about Ushijima anymore— but Atsumu’s hardly listening, his eyes finding the man in question almost instantly. As thick as Bokuto and taller than Sakusa, Ushijima is hard to miss; built like a Greek statue, and about as animated as one too. He’s a solitary guy, always by himself if he’s not flanked by the other Adlers.