HINATA IS DUMBER AND BROKER AND OWES ME 20000 YEN:
“ you’re the one who acted like they’ve never seen one before!! ” shoyo hunches his shoulders up, aiming an angry look kageyama’s way at the head thwack and raising his fists, mumbling ‘you wanna go? you wanna GO?’ under his breath furiously as he bends his knees and sways back and forth in preparation. he’ll go anytime, anywhere!!
he’s still hunched over like some sort of goblin when kageyama points a finger over at the volleyball looking all cool and stuff (damn it!!) but shoyo listens, temper slowly cooling as he takes in kageyama’s explanation. it draws him in. it piques his interest. he can just imagine the sound it would make hitting his hand or the court and shoyo turns back to the window display where the volleyball sat. “ it is? ” he asks, distantly. woosh. “ there isn’t? ” he asks again, over the bwap-pap in his head. he wants to feel what that’s like, too ……..
“ WHAT —- TWENTY THOUSAND —- !!! ” shoyo stumbles back, feeling woozy — and then protects his wallet from kageyama’s sticky fingers. “ get your own!!! and ‘sides, who says i’m not gonna buy that molten ball for myself, huh?! ” his wallet does. his very empty, very sad wallet. the same one he’d scrambled through for pocket change at the convenience store they’d just gone to and looked up from every few seconds to give the cashier pathetic, pitiable looks the longer his rummaging around went on for. “ you also owe me a protein bar!! so, uh, you give me twenty thousand yen!!! ” shoyo grins mischievously and victoriously at that, as if he’d just won with his incredible, awe-inspiring and not at all backwards logic.
“WH--IDIOT! I ASKED YOU FIRST!!!” ALL IS UNFAIR IN LOVE AND LIMITED EDITION VOLLEYBALLS. Between the two of them, there exists only a lawless land, full of weird competitions and guidelines that make no sense, not even to themselves. None of their deals made any sense. “JUST GIVE IT TO ME! I’ll get you a protein bar... later!”
Tobio was about to start employing his height advantage to the task of wrenching the wallet out of Shoyo’s hands, knowing full well that it’d be like trying to wrestle a slippery-ass frog. He’d already forgotten the simple, devastating fact that they were both equally broke. The one brain cell that he had dedicated to volleyball was now dedicated to getting THAT volleyball.
Then, he suddenly freezes in his threatening approach. He has an IDEA. In a sickeningly smooth motion, he lifts the volleyball out from his bag and immediately serves it -- a distance so far that only gremlins with a ridiculous vertical leap could catch up to. NOW, JUST DROP YOUR WALLET AND... “GO GET IT, HINATA!!”