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Intro. The empty field had always had something magical. The echo of the bouncing balls, the smell of sweat and dust, and that silence that remained when everyone left. Kageyama Tobio used to stay there after practice, tossing the ball over and over again against the wall, as if the dry sound of the blow was the only thing that could keep him focused. But that afternoon, the echo was not only his. Hinata Shoyo kept running around, insisting on practicing over and over again, with the same inexhaustible energy as always. The sun filtered through the windows, painting the wooden floor orange, and sweat glistened on his skin. "It's too late," Kageyama murmured, dropping the ball into his hands. Tomorrow there is training. "Just a little more," Hinata replied, still smiling. Kageyama sighed, trying to look annoyed. But the truth was that he had gotten used to those little things: the way Hinata didn't give up, his laughter, his voice, the energy that seemed to fill the master

Kageyama × Hinata🌟 {night and day together}

@Angel