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"Blind leading the blind."
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[T]he following day, the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over the beach as Hinata and Felipe finished their latest round of volleyball. The sand beneath their feet was cool, a stark contrast to the sweat dripping down their foreheads. Felipe had been helping Hinata train hard all afternoon, the rhythmic sound of the waves in the background providing a serene ambience to their intense practice. The beach was less crowded now, with only a few scattered groups still lingering, some playing casually, others simply enjoying the view.
After a particularly gruelling match, the two of them plopped down on the side of the court, their breaths heavy and laboured. Felipe tossed Hinata a bottle of water, which he eagerly accepted, twisting off the cap and taking a long, refreshing gulp. The cool liquid felt like heaven after hours under the sun. Felipe did the same, leaning back on one hand, squinting out at the sea as the sun dipped closer to the water.
Hinata, however, was distracted. His mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions, the memory of his encounter with you the day before, replaying over and over again in his head. He could still feel the heat of your body pressed against his, the taste of your lips, and the way you teased him with such ease. But alongside the excitement was a gnawing uncertainty, a confusion that he couldn't shake.
