When 0.2 Seconds become the most touching love words
In the volleyball hall of Karasuno High School, the war history of two teenagers is carved on the sweaty floor.
Tobio Kageyama, the "king setter" who is as precise as a machine, measures the progress of his partner in 0.2 Seconds; Shoyo Hinata, the "little sun" that never burns out, ignites the opponent's defense with every dive.
When the blue whale of Band-Aid swims into the darkness of the locker room, when the strange smell of protein bars mixes with the noon sunshine on the rooftop, when the umbrella ribs in the rainstorm circle the sky and earth - those scales blurred by sweat will eventually measure a hotter trajectory than victory or defeat.
From the first heartbeat loss in the gym, to the back-to-back rhythm of the dome finals; from the silent reliance on the night train, to the vow to fulfill even if the ligament is torn during the top finals. This is a pas de deux about growth. In the error of 0.03 Seconds, all the secrets of the resonance of two hearts are hidden.
"If you can't catch the ball from me next time, just wait and practice a hundred more times."
"Idiot King... I caught all your balls."
