Flying! Haikyuu x Oc (Under construction! So it may change sometimes!)

Hinata's stomach

Zayd p.o.v
Gymnasium No.3. I almost can't help as my mouth goes slack. It's huge. Huge! Everyone who apparently doesn't play is training. They have so much more players than us, easily to replace as someone is injured or sick et cetera.
"H-Huge." I hear someone mumble and turn slightly to look at the person.
It's Hinata. "The gym. The people." Luckily, before he can freak out even more, Takeda-sensei interrupts him.
"Greetings. Nice to meet you." We all bow simultaneously, the other players returning the gesture before turning back and continuing where they left the training. Hinata looks....freaked out.
"Aoba Johsai is known for each of it's members being highly skilled. These guys could go to any school and become the ace." That...sounds troublesome.
"Their powerful blocks are famous." Adds Sugawara-senpai and Tanaka-senpai turns to them with a huge, confident smirk on his lips. "What's the matter, you two? Hinata's here to throw them for a loop, right?" Please don't stress him out even more, please don't stress him out even mo-
He almost slams his hand on Hinata's shoulder as the said one is so stiff as a plank. "We know you're lousy, so we'll cover you. Leave it to us." It looks for a second Hinata relaxes and can focus a little bit better on other things 'til Tanaka-senpai simply ruins it with his speedy words.
"But when you hit a serve, you're on your own. You'd better not miss." The tendency for facepalming is so overwhelming I almost opt to do that, but choose not to. He laughs a second later, but it is already too late.
"Just kidding, just kidding. A missed serve is no big deal." And turns slightly to Hinata, "You don't have to worry about a thing, just give them your-Huh? Where did Hinata go?" Sugawara-senpai looks already so tired, and the game hasn't even started.
"He went to the toilet." Answers Yamaguchi-san, gesturing to the direction he went. "Again?!" I sweat drop at his question. It was thanks to you, Tanaka-senpai.

Hinata (third) p.o.v
He groans as his stomach gurgles again. "This is bad...." And almost goes to the toilet (again) as another voice swifts his focus to them. "What's the matter with these guys from Karasuno? All they've got is a big attitude." Mutters the tallest one of them irritated. "That's true."
That guy...He was next to Kageyama in the junior high match. An image of him flashes through his mind. His silhouette is like a turnip. I remember him. The turnip guy finally sees him there, "Hey. You're a first-year at Karasuno?" He stands up straight, trying to look not intimidated by them.
"Y-Yeah, I am." The smirk that appears on the turnip guy tells him that something is about to go down. "Well, then how is Kageyama doing? Our King seems pompous, as usual." He comes a bit closer.
"That's not how he is." He clenches his fist as he can't help it but blurt out, "It's not about being pompous. Under the dictatorship of the great King Kageyama, commoners like me are cruelly oppressed, made to bitterly suffer. Just because he's a little skilled! Who does he think he is?" They stay quiet for a second, till the turnip guy turns to the other guy and gestures to him. "What did I tell you?"
"He's utterly despised." The other snorts.
"There's no doubt his skill at receiving, blocking, serving and." Turnip guy starts and he decides to follow suit. "That's right. It's aggravating." Their next words, however, makes them both equally confused.
"But his toss is the worst."
"But his toss is amazing." They say simultaneously as the turnip guy turns to him first.
"His toss?" He asks as if he can't believe it.
"Is amazing." The other is already shaking his head as if the answer disappointed him, "You've never spiked one of his tosses in a match before, have you? They're terrible. They're too difficult to spike?"
"Is that so?" He asks before he can stop himself. Sure, his tossing is different but not that difficult.
"Because he's a self-centred king. He's a setter, and yet he can't do his most important job. Letting the spiker spike the ball." The turnip guy clenches his fist and holds it up, "What Kageyama needs are pawns he can maneuver as he wills. Anything he doesn't need to win, he discards." He opens his hand after that, like it's Kageyama discarding things.
"Hmmm." He mummers thoughtfully. An amused chuckle joins the conversation.
Tanaka is leaning against the wall with a confident smirk on his lips. "Let's wait until the match to see if Kageyama is still the same as he was in junior high, turnip-kun."
"Huh?!"
"Right, Hinata?" Ignoring the angry turnip guy he turns to him, what he doesn't notice because he's still deep in thought. "Anything he doesn't need to win, he discards." If he goofed in Kageyama's sight...An image flashes through his mind at him goofing and Kageyama kicking him as he curses him out. Players will get switched! His stomach gurgles at that thought and he rushes to the toilet quickly saying; "My stomach hurts." One of them seems to snicker at that. Tanaka, stumped by Hinata, stands there with his mouth agape. Tunip-kun smirks at Tanaka.
"Well, we look forward to it."