The (Aspiring) Little Giant's Plight

Fatigued Focus

"One more!" Hinata's voice boomed, yet seeming like a distant noise to the rest of the teenagers. They'd just finished their sixth practice game and it was nearing 8 p.m. Nearly 4 hours straight of playing volleyball.

"Oh my god, Hinata, none of us have that sort of stamina!" Tanaka panted, causing the rest of Karasuno to nod tiredly, too weak at the moment to do much else. The entire gym was filled with the scent of sweat and the only sound at the moment was either Hinata bouncing around, or the groans of the volleyball players any time they tried to move.

Why they thought a fifth game would be fine, it would be unknown to everyone on both teams. Even Inuoka, who was practically his rival in Nekoma, couldn't fathom how Hinata could even walk at the moment.

"Dumbass, stop running!" Kageyama gathered the energy to yell, though not much more. "Practice is over!"

"But I have all this energy!" The ball of sunshine shivers in anticipation for more time of running with a bright grin on his face. "What am I supposed to do?!"

Ukai crossed his arms, "Hinata, I'll take you out of the next practice game if you don't stop moving around."

In an instant, the embodiment of restlessness skidded to a stop. While he twitched every now and then, it was obvious that he was still far more hyped up than he let on. It was too much for him to hold still normally.

"Chibi-Chan! C'mere!" Kuroo called out, prompting the ginger to come closer. "Can you help me with something?"

"Kuroo, what are you doing?" Kenma hissed quietly, making sure Hinata didn't notice. "You're trying to do something, I know it."

"What do you mean, my dear Kenma?" He slyly whispers back. "I'm trying to help you out."

"What?" Kenma swiftly responded. He was genuinely confused what he was trying to, but whatever it was, it certainly wasn't going to be something he liked. He quickly looked at the Karasuno team, who was usually extremely protective of the short middle blocker. Unfortunately for him, the most rambunctious members, Tanaka and Nishinoya, were fast asleep.

He stared around at the gym, looking for somebody who'd question Kuroo's actions. He quickly realized his search was of no avail. The coaches were conversing amongst themselves, the managers taking account of everything and comparing the data received, and the members trying to focus enough to stay awake or to do something to recover. Even Kageyama, who antagonized Kenma most, hadn't the energy to move around and take Hinata away, of whom he seemed extremely protective of.

"Whatcha need, Rooster Head?" Hinata asks, crouching down near the shady captain despite not thinking in the slightest that he was shady.

"I'm really tired, and Kenma is too. Could you help me out and carry Kenma to the bus? I know you've got a bunch of energy left, and it'd really help both of us out a lot," Kuroo coos kindly, in the exact tone that'd gain sympathy from anyone. How he could always do it, Kenma could never figure out.

"Kuroo, no!" Kenma quietly protested, but isn't paid any attention to by the excited first-year.

"Sure!" Hinata accepted the offer, quickly holding out a hand to Kenma. As the videogame addict took his hand, he nodded with a grateful smile. Unfortunately for him, he didn't even realize how tired he was as the fatigue in his legs had set in. Within a few seconds, his legs started to shake and feel like jelly.

"Oop!" Hinata noticed, pulling Kenma a bit closer to him. "Sorry 'bout that!"

"I-It's fine," Kenma quietly assured. "R-Really, Shouyou, this isn't necess--"

"Kenma, are you sure you're okay? You look a bit red," Hinata tilted his head as he spoke with a newfound concern. "I'll carry you."

"W-Wait," Kenma tried to get his way out of this. "You don't have to." It was a weak argument, especially against someone as determined as Hinata.