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Hinata often reminisces on the feeling of freedom. He distinctly remembered it as the feeling of dirt between toes and the scent of apricots, fresh on a summer’s day. He remembers it as casual walks along the storefront in town and the feeling of wind sweeping through hair as he ran, the soles of his feet slapping against cobblestone paths before raising once more in a stride. He hadn’t been able to taste freedom in ages.... yet he often finds himself hoping for liberation. Freedom was a friend to him, one that left him when he was young. In its place, lay shackles.Atsumu knew that the moment his beloved took off in flight that nothing good would result, but he didn't care. He watched as his darling flew, soaring majestically in the sky, a trail of wax and feathers behind him. And, as their fingertips brushed one another, electrifying them both, Atsumu never felt happier.
Or, where Atsumu is Apollo and Hinata is Icarus.