Hinata breathed in deeply, eyes drawn closed as time slowed down around him. Standing in the far back left corner of the court, readying himself for a simple overhand serve. Quiet, almost silent in the background of his mind, music began to play, pushing his determination to the forefront of his multitudinous feelings.
Return of the Mack
He raised his right arm, left foot stepping forward as the ball was released into the air, signaling the true start of the game. Pushing on his left foot to gain more force, Hinata pushed the ball to the other side of the net, the ball landing with a harmonious thud. His eyes opened once more, crystal clear and focused, staring straight into the soul. His face morphed into something of dark smugness. A shadow overcasting his face, head lowered as he wore a smirk.
Get 'em, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
"What the hell?!" Tsukishima yelled, the entire event just now registering in his eyes.
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
He was returned with a shrug as he waited for the ball once again.
Instead of getting on the Internet
And checking a new hit me, get up
Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin'
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
The first set was met with much struggle on Karasuno's part.
Hinata toned down is skill level, putting in minimal energy. The plan was to conserve as much energy as possible to pull out all his cards in later sets. His gut telling him that this would be a very long match.
Hinata served the ball once more.
Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby
Sweater game, nope nope, y'all can't copy
Yup, Bad, moonwalking, this here is our party
My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way
Ushijima and Tendo were highly amused.
Currently, they were on the sidelines, Washijo deciding they didn't need the full deck of cards quite yet. Karasuno was proving to be very underwhelming, even against the weaker members of the team.
Seeing them skitter around to try and receive Hinata's serves with minimal success was a sight the gods would have enjoyed immensely.
The headless dickheads they are.
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones
Into everything I record to it and yet I'm on
Let that stage light go and shine on down
Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style
He pushed the ball. Hard.
He was going to be ruthless, a demon among a field of the rotting dead, blood on his hands.
The image was of the satisfactory kind as Hinata bore a smirk that would make the devil cower in terror.
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He Will Fly Again
FanfictionHe fell, and rose much stronger than before. Hinata Shōyō is a 16 year old male who used to attend Karasuno highschool. And a former middle blocker and decoy for their volleyball team. But due to rumors spread by someone close to him, he was forced...
