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The final set, blood rushed thourgh hiantas veins like fire. His knees were bent and arms in position ,same as his team, to receive the ball.
The ball went up and romero jumped hitting it with a curve. He dived for the dig, passing it up to atsumu. He was hoping to get the first point in the last set but not all can be done alone. Kageyama.
His eyes connected with the black haired setter for around the millionith time this match.
He loved atsumu as a setter, he did. But he was never like kageyama. Not in bed.
I swallow, shut the fuck up shoyo and focus on the match. His eyes snapped to a ball and ran towards the bleachers, hitting it back just in time.
Atsumu passed it up to sakusa, and sakusas hand connected with the ball direct and perfect.
Atsumu watched sakusa with the intensity kageyama watched him with. Back then, when the set was so... magnetic.
Atsumu-san was amazing, really he was but there was a different type with kageyama.
I think he loved atsumu because he was like kageyama. And atsumu loved sakusa because he was the opposite of Hinata.