Hinata!!! on Ice

Chapter 2: Different

Here we are with Chapter 2! This is kind of a short filler chapter from the team's point of view (not first person), primarily Daichi and Suga but also Kageyama and Noya. Chapter 3 will be longer but this chapter has information I couldn't work into chapter 1 so here we are.

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it mean's it has a strike through it. Fanfiction.net and wattpad don't allow that kind of formatting so I have to work with what I have. If you'd like to see it properly, this story is available on Archiveofourown as well!

The next chapter will be out soon!

Anyway...

Onto the chapter!

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It was obvious to everyone on the Karasuno team that something about Hinata was different. His energy seemed as high as ever and he was practicing just as intensely as he always had (if not more so) but something about the way he moved had changed. Not just that he'd gotten better, but it almost seemed like something else entirely.

It started with their trip to Tokyo for their week long training camp in Tokyo with the Fukurodani Group and the days leading up to it.

Overall, Hinata was distracted. In itself, Hinata being distracted wasn't something abnormal but it wasn't often his attention was on something other than volleyball. When he wasn't making some poor attempt to study his eyes were glued to a small notepad he always seemed to have with him. His eyes would narrow as he stared and he'd nibble the back of his pencil before scribbling something out and writing something else in its place. While most of the older members of the team and Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were content with not knowing, Nishinoya, Tanaka and Kageyama were determined to sneak a peek inside.

Their attempts were massively unsuccessful until Hinata finally got frustrated while sitting in the corner of the gym during a water break. He ripped the small paper from the pad and crumpled it, allowing it to fall to the floor beside him. When he was called back to practice serving in Yamaguchi's stead, Nishinoya dove in to swipe the crumpled ball and stared blankly at what was written. Kageyama noticed and made his way to the libero, looking over the shortest member of the team's shoulder.

At first they both thought it was some kind of math with the combination of letters and numbers scribbled on the lines-except it wasn't. There weren't any math symbols that would mark something as an equation.

CoC FS:

3Lz → 3T

3A → 3T → 2T

FCCSp

3F

-2A- 3A

-3L- -4L- ?

-2S- 4S

3Lz → 4T

CoSp (LSp → USp)

CoSp (Lsp → SSp → USp)

It was gibberish, an array of abbreviations to things neither teen could decipher. There were two explanations to it, at least in the eyes of the libero and setter. Either Hinata was smarter than they all gave him credit for, or he was even dumber than they thought. There was no other explanation to the mess of scribbles that covered the yellow paper.