When the boy whose hair was warmer in color than the sun leaped high into the air for that little three-colored ball, Sakurada Tomo thought he saw the boy shining with a light more dazzling than the sun.
"Hinata Shoyo."
He murmured it, over and over.
He wanted to catch the sun.
A strange boy joined Date Tech's volleyball club: he had played setter in middle school, was skinny, and insisted on playing as an outside hitter.
"You're way too skinny. You could play setter, but we've already got..."
"I'll be a substitute."
The boy's eyes burned bright. "I'm really good at serving."
Futakuchi: "So you absolutely have to be an outside hitter? You can still..."
"I'm going to beat the sun."
And then catch it.
Moniwa: So we've got another troublesome underclassman in the volleyball club!!?
Content warnings: OOC and lots of original additions. Don't take it too seriously!
Theme: It is precisely because we have no wings that humans search for a way to fly
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