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Yamaguchi took another bite of his pork bun and smiled at Tsukishima.
Despite the intense practice they had just had, Hinata and Kageyama were still jumping around, full of energy. A bit farther back, the rest of the team members were walking, holding onto their food with one hand and quietly munching. Tanaka and Noya were laughing uproariously, seemingly just as high energy as the setter and middle blocker. Behind them, Daichi had thrown his arm around Sugawara- not that anyone else on the team had noticed.
The night sky stained the air a cool blue.
“Tsukishima, you shut out like half of my spikes today! It was so cool! I’m glad I don’t have to play against you in real matches!” Hinata yelled, clenching his hands into fists and looking up at the tall blond with big eyes.
“Thanks,” Tsukishima responded.
Suddenly, all of the small conversations people had been having fell silent. Hinata canted his head to the side, bewildered.
“Are you gonna yell at me or something?” Hinata asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
“What? You just gave me a compliment. ”
“I mean, yeah, but I just wasn’t expecting you to answer like that.” Hinata smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
“Would you rather I yelled at you?”
The rest of the team was watching the conversation, looking between each other as if to emphasise its strangeness. Yamaguchi was staring at Tsukishima, trying to read his features. Despite the low light, he could tell Tsukishima’s face was going red.