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Cool fingers brush against the fabric of Hinata’s shirt, nudging the ginger forward. There’s a smile, &. it’s not necessarily forced this time around. He takes the volleyball that seems to be glued stuck to the youth’s hands, taking a calculated step back. “Just trust me,” he murmurs, voice soft yet reassuring. Dependable. “Just trust me &. jump.”
Amber optics glance to the middle blocker’s stance, his timing, his angle and the setter tosses to a point that he thinks is sufficient. Not as good as Tobio, but it’s their own kind of toss-&.-spike, something that’s reserved for moments like this. The ball hits the floor with a satisfying thump, &. a laugh graces his features as he tilts his head curiously. “One more time?”