Syncing Hearts ╰Atsuhina╯

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Third-person pov;

“Wanna race?” Shouyou and Atsumu stood in front of the exit as the ginger shared a competitive look to the blond—he hasn’t raced ever since him and Tobio decided to part ways. It wasn’t surprising for Tobio to continue his volleyball career journey, after all, his grades couldn’t even get him through the local university.

He was a failure in academics, but he was a volleyball genius and a perfectionist.

Shouyou never expected them to part ways.

Back in high school, they were inseparable. He could still remember the intensity in his chest the first time he saw Tobio in the gym, someone with a raw, unapologetic talent whom he saw as an immediate rival. Shouyou despised him for daring to enter the same school, even the same gym after what happened in middle school tournament.

Why should he breath the same air as that stupid king of the court?

But that rivalry had morphed into something else—something he could only call “frenemies,” a friendship forged through countless hours of practice, arguments, victories, and defeats.

Enough about them.

“Ye—“

“No.” Kiyoomi's interruption was muffled with the mask he was wearing as he walked past them with an unamused look on his face (ready to get the fuck out of here, because he has more important things to take care of)

“It’s snowing and raining outside, are you guys sick in the head?”

“It’s alright! It’s not like we will get struck by lightening!” The ginger debated, bouncing on his toes with restless energy.

‘The amount of energy he has even after practice is really concernin'.’

"Why are ya even worried? Go back to wiping tables." Atsumu’s eyes shared a glint of mockery as he placed his hands on his waist—he knew exactly how to get on someone's nerves.

"I was about to offer you guys a ride, but in this case I hope you slip and crack your skull open and lose your brain along with all your other senses." Kiyoomi was mostly looking at the blond with the word 'Hatred' plastered all over his face.

It’s not like that’s actually gonna happen anyway!

"I shall buy ya a detol spray to calm you down."

"Burn." Kiyoomi shoved his hand in his pocket, walking out the exist with an umbrella in another hand.

'Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall.' Atsumu chanted in his head while squinting his eyes as he watched the curly-haired man walk off the stairs and into his car, something about the way he walks made him want to put a leg in front of Kiyoomi and watch him fall face first.

"Are we still racing or what?" The ginger grinned with excitement, he didn't really care about the fact they might slip and crack their skull. Besides, what kind of practice would it be if they didn't push themselves a little bit?

"Heck yeah!" Atsumu counted down to One as they immediately set off and bolted out of the gates where they almost got run-over by an angry mother (Kiyoomi) who was reversing the car with a look of disappointment on his face.

'May God keep Shrimpy safe and hospitalise Atsumu.'

Literally praying on his downfall.

"Where are we supposed to stop?!" The blond huffed out clouds of cool air like a steam engine as snow softly plopped on his well-built body, “Till we reach the street sign over there!” The ginger pointed at the sign—their apartments weren’t that far away from the MSBY-gymnasium as it was just a Five minute walk.