hinata’s hands press flat against the volleyball in his hands, trying to use all the force in his body to pop the ball into oblivion. there never fails to be a time where his inexperience comes into play, there’s always going to be something for him to work on. daichi and noya had already helped him with his receiving the day before, and he and kageyama practice with their spikes EVERY DAY, but....
nose scrunches upward, eye’s focused on the color of the volleyball in his hands, as his mind attempts to form a sentence of what it’s thinking. the tall blond is standing twenty feet away from him, from the looks of it with the same look is disinterest that tends to have whenever hinata is in the vicinity. his nerves are making his palms sweat, and holding the volleyball this tightly between his hands is starting to make his muscles shake.
with an enormous amount of force, he makes his way step by step closer to where the blond stands, seeming to cast a shadow over everything in his path. the smaller boy clears his throat, throwing the ball into the air in front of his face with a spin, before catching it again. “oi, tuskishima, help me become a better blocker!” ( @smartblocker )
