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- 𝘁𝗲𝗻.

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⚠️ 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟖𝟏

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GINJIMA HITOSHI WAS SO TIRED OF BEING THE MOST SANE PERSON HIS AGE. he didn't even consider himself to be truly sane, like his senpai, ojiro aran. he didn't think that he was even close to it. but, he was so far away from the weird, crazy, chaotic energy that filled the brains of his closest friends. every single one of them were insane, guaranteed.

the miyas were self-explanatory. 

atsumu was not only an absolute personality extraordinaire, but he was someone who only budged for another game of volleyball or for their pretty manager who he had been subtly (not really) chasing after for almost two years. osamu was someone that could match atsumu's energy and push him even further. and, that man was always hungry. 

suna rintaro was some bendy weirdo that was somehow always videotaping everything. and, shirofuku momoka was the same volleyball freak show that could pinpoint someone's weakness after careful observation. also, she was obsessed with peaches and her extended family.

none of ginjima's friends were normal.

there were times that ginjima didn't even attempt to explain what was happening. even normal conversations couldn't be considered normal anymore after talking to his friends. (not that he hated it. it was actually really entertaining and he loved them.)

"so, what are you guys thinkin' about tellin' the career counselor?" ginjima asked them at the end of volleyball practice. it was their last week doing practice before the interhigh tournament, but their homeroom teachers had recently brought up looking into careers for the future. next year, they would be sorted into classes based on career paths.

"volleyball," atsumu responded immediately.

"that much was obvious," momoka said, handing them their towels. "by the way, yer serves have gotten better, but you still need to work on those spike serves, atsumu. the power and course aren't matchin' up right. it's always too powerful so it goes outta bounds or it's too powerful so it doesn't go where you want it to go."

"ugh, i know," atsumu grumbled. "i just hafta practice more before interhigh, then."

"don't you have other things to do, 'tsumu?" osamu asked him. "okaa-han told us to do chores today. we can't stay late to practice today."

"the interhigh is comin' up in a week, 'samu," atsumu argued. "you hafta work harder at volleyball to be successful."

ginjima observed the both of them for a moment. "osamu, you're goin' into volleyball too, right?"

osamu didn't reply right away, causing ginjima, atsumu, and momoka to turn to him in shock. (suna was in the bathroom.) the three of them had assumed that osamu, like atsumu, would also be in volleyball. momoka did have the sneaking suspicion that osamu didn't think about volleyball in the same light as atsumu, but to think he really wasn't going to go pro...

"i want to open a food business," osamu declared. "i want to work with food in the future."

"you're not gonna do volleyball?" momoka clarified.