**HIATUS** 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐞 [𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕆ℂ]

╭⋟⁷𝐀 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞⋞╯

"ONE TOUCH!" Matsushita yelled, glancing over his shoulder as the ball went flying. "Yaku!" The libero nodded.

"On it!" He slid to the floor, making a pancake with his hand. The ball bounced back up into the air. "Kenma!" He called out. The pudding-like haired man watching the ball with needlepoint precision, setting to Yamamoto. The bleached mohawk was high in the air when Yamamoto jumped, spiking the ball. The others let out a cry of triumph when the ball landed on the other side of the court, high-fiving and grinning happily.

Matsushita wiped the drop of sweat off his chin, then ran the back of his hand of his forehead, smiling a bit.

"You should have jumped when I did," Kuroo said, making the team go silent. Matsushita turned around slowly, facing the captain.

"What?" He asked, daring Kuroo to repeat his words. The captain crossed his arms, staring down at Matsushita.

"We weren't in sync because you're tired. You should have gone to bed earlier." Matsushita gaped, then bit his lower lip before scoffing.

"Wow. You're gonna blame me for this?" Matsushita asked. "We got the point! This is a practice you don't need to get worked up!"

"Guys," Kai started, trying to calm down the two. "Kuroo, I think you're overreacting a bit-" the vice captain's words were quickly cut off.

"You should be taking this seriously," Kuroo countered.

"What's going on?" Matsushita heard Karasuno's ginger ask.

"Boys," Nekomata called out in a stern voice.

"I should be taking this seriously? What the hell do you think I'm sweating for? I don't have clammy hands like their pinch server," he said angrily.

"Let's just calm down," Lev said, earning a glare from everyone.

"Just focus, alright?" Kuroo said, facing the net again.

"Everything alright?" Karasuno's club advisor asked.

"We're good!" Coach Naoi shouted

Matsushita placed his hands on the back of his head, seeing the ball shoot to the other side. Daichi received, sending the ball straight to Kageyama. In the blink of an eye, Hinata was soaring, smacking the ball onto their side. Matsushita felt a pang in his back, making his jump less powerful. Luckily, Kuroo blocked the ball and it shot straight down onto the other side.

Matsushita noticed a faint squabble between the setter and spiker, but he didn't get a chance to listen in.

"MATSUSHITA!" Kuroo shouted, the entire gym slowing down. Matsushita froze. His muscles had stiffened, and the air in his lungs had vanished. He was scared. Not only that, he was irate.

"What?" Matsushita asked in a hardened voice. Kuroo stared at him.

"If you're injured, sit out. We don't need-"

"You screamed my name at the top of your lungs to bench me?" Matsushita interrupted, cocking his hip out to the side and placing his hands on his waist. "Who the hell are you to yell my name like that?" His voice nearly cracked at the end. "Fuck this." He took the blue tank top over his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. He stormed out of the gym, ignoring the calls of his coaches and teammates.

Matsushita escaped to the bathroom, slammed the door shut. He groaned in annoyance and kicked one of the stall doors, knotting his fingers in his hair. Matsushita was accustomed to loud noises. And people yelling at him. But hearing his name like that was bothersome. Matsushita gripped the sink, his breathing ragged. He closed his eyes, feeling them prick.