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The worst thing that could possibly happen in whichever tournament Karasuno may be participating in is Hinata's nerves getting in the best of him. It seem to always occur at an ironic time when the team needs Hinata to relax the most, and the ball of energy will end up, at any place and any time, puke his bucket of nervousness or push them down his butt onto the toilet. Cycle will repeat till someone would have the guts to talk some sense to him, shake him out of his deep pit of trance. Which is particularly Kageyama's job. Everyone agreed to it for the setter has the exception to shout at his face, reaching out somewhere within Shoyo's head with a bunch of crappy insults meant to stung so he could get him out of his nerves tangling him to death. It always worked. If he pukes, Tobio, out of lowkey worry, will accompany the poor boy in the Men's Room, stay by his side and pat his back hard so he could let out everything. If the nature called him, he would find himself back at the same Men's Room, standing outside the stall where his sick lover is, and would non-stop complain of the stinky smell. It was torturous. But he wouldn't have done all that if he didn't care in the first place. No matter how he tries to deny it with words, his actions will speak for him otherwise. Actions.
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