Everyone pitied the third year as an almost inhumanly talented first year stole his position, but Sugawara was happy he could still play volleyball. That's what he told himself anyway... But what happens when players from another team corner him, an...
"Oh man, that took longer than I thought, I've got to get back or Kageyama's really gonna crush my head this time..."
Hinata muttered not so quietly to himself as he hastily washed his hands in the bathroom sink, groaning frantically as he turned to find the paper towel dispenser empty, and began shaking them vigorously in an attempt to dry them. Their second tournament match of the day would be starting in 20 minutes, he was supposed to be with the rest of the team warming up! That is... Until he'd caught a glimpse of the absolutely massive players on the other team.
They were so big, and not just tall! Their arms were far thicker than Hinata's, probably twice as much muscle, even Asahi's large stature was made to look average beside them. His stomach started cramping something fierce at the sight, and so off to the bathroom he'd gone, barely managing to croak 'Bathroom-' to Yamaguchi before bolting out the gymnasium doors, and down the scarcely populated hall.
"I don't have time for this, Stupid stomach... Why does this always happen?" He moaned.
Opting to not waste any more time, the number one decoy dried his hands on his shorts and quickly made his way to the door. Pushing it open, he found himself walking right into another group who was headed in, and squeaked a choked gasp as he caught sight of three emerald green uniforms complete with black sleeves and white numbers.
Three of the players from Kita Wasaki, the team they were about to play!
"N-No way! You guys are even more monstrous up close- You're huge!" Hinata cried, clenching frazzled hands to his chest as he stood frozen in the doorway, looking up into the faces of the three other boys.
Scoffing, the middle player looked down his nose and reached up to grip his chin in a contemplative way, speaking to the two beside him as if he hadn't heard the redhead in front of them.
"To think a runt like this guy can pull off Karasuno's infamous freak quick, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes..." He sneered, a chuckle of agreement coming from the equally tall athlete beside him. This boy had a heavy dusting of freckles across his face and short dark blond hair streaked with green matching the uniforms they wore.
Flanked on the left was what appeared to be the youngest player, although he was anything but small. Thinner than the other two and sporting a wicked toothy grin, he stood just a few inches shorter than his counterparts, chestnut colored hair falling messy across his forehead and concealing most of his right eye.
The speaker was the biggest of the three, chin length black hair slicked back and revealing large intimidating brows that made Hinata gulp as he fought to stand his ground.
"H-Hey, what's that supposed to mean?! It doesn't matter how small I am, I can jump just as high as anyone else, no, higher!" He retorted with a nervous confidence, clenching his fists tight at his sides as he leaned forward to yell up at them, and then thinking better of it and shrinking away again.
"Pff, what's wrong shorty? Scared of the big bad competition? I guess if I was your size, I would be too."
Hands on his hips and still flashing a devious smirk, the boy wearing a number 7 jersey and unkempt hair that barely revealed his eyes, leaned down as he goaded Hinata.
"W-What? I- I'm not scared! My stomach was just upset, that's all, it has nothing to do with you!" He shouted back.
"That's a lot of stuttering for a guy who claims he's not afraid. After all, maybe you should be a little afraid...You're all alone." The boy with green in his hair murmured in a low voice, a large number 5 on his jersey.
At this, Hinata gave a sound similar to 'urk', and stiffened. Why would it matter if he was alone, were they picking a fight with him?! Unsettled by the comment number 5 made and already late enough, the red head began a shimmying side step to try and maneuver out of the way of the Kita Wasaki players.
"I'd like to stand and talk all day, but uh, my team will definitely be looking for me soon, I've gotta get-"
Flinching as a hand slapped down against the space of the wall beside his head, Hinata looked up into the face of number 4, the largest and arguably most terrifying of the three. Large dark brows pulled down over narrowed eyes as his stare bore into the much shorter volleyball player, the decoy swallowing the sudden lump in his throat as he tried to maintain his wavering glare in return.
"What's your deal? Get out of the way, I need to warm up." He managed, just barely able to contain his nerves.
"I don't think that'll be necessary since you won't be playing. I wonder how formidable Karasuno is without their lethal duo on the court... Don't you?"
Heart beginning to race as a large hand fisted in the front of his jersey as another pulled back in preparation for a punch, Hinata's eyes went wide and his mind blank, was this really happening?! Not wanting to see the blow, he turned his face away and closed his eyes, just as someone with a usually soothing voice called out in alarm.
"What do you think you're doing? Let go of him!"
Eyes bursting open again, the first year was abruptly yanked to the side and tumbled to the ground as another person traded places with him to launch him to safety.
Hinata called out as he saw who'd come to his rescue, a boy with silver hair and a wrathful expression contorting his otherwise soft features.
"Sugawara!"
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