"shut up tenma,"
"aw, i am your big brother!"
"shut up,"
"sorasora give me a hug!"
"sh u t tHe fUcK uP, tEnMa."
tenma laughed and slapped his younger brother's back a few times, making sorashi more irritated.
"i couldn't believe, you are going to pass me." tenma wiped a fake tears dramatically.
"well physically speaking, i have passed you since i am roughly 10 cm taller than you-- ugh!"
tenma elbowed his brother in the guts. "and that's what happen if you mocked my height."
"ha! my highest point even higher than--"
"shut up, sorashi."
oh how the table has turned.
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sorashi departed not so long after he arrived at the airport. his thoughts wander around all the possible scenarios that will happen after he arrived in brazil. maybe with this short term of practice he could master the art of vertical jump. (lmao i wrote that sentence as if it was some naruto jutsu.)
kato lucio. he will be the one who guide sorashi through his time in brazil. coach washijo is kind enough to recommend him to one of shiratorizawa's alumnus.
"you should have gone to shiratorizawa but whatever, you are just the same idiot as oikawa,"
it was what coach washijo said to him. ouchie that was hurt actually. being compared to that flamboyant door? nah man, sorashi will pass.
"kato-san, it's nice to finally meet you."
"don't need to be so formal, sora, we are in brazil not japan."
for the next following days, it was all consisting of sorashi failed to receive the ball or he can't jump above the net like usual. it was frustrating really but, a genius he is, he calculated everything at the back of his head. much to kato's surprise sorashi succeed to solve all of his problem playing on sand in a matter of four days.
"give me four days and i'll be able to play like usual."
the young prodigy didn't lie apparently. with careful consideration and calculation, sorashi is now has grasped the basic of beach volleyball. his jump is more stable and those serve is as powerful as ever.
his quick adaptation shocks everyone. including the coaches and everyone that he has played against with in brazil. they all are proud of the young prodigy.
it's a week before his departure back to japan. kato brought him around the city.
"you should take a break before you are going insane."
"thank you, kato, i'll be sure to visit you next break!" sorashi waved to the older man.
kato laughed and patted sorashi's head. "you really are a fighter, yeah? good luck with your volleyball career, sora."
sorashi bid his final farewell to kato and the other who has helped him while in brazil. he waved and maybe shed some tears but shush, don't tell anyone.
"and now let show them what I got!"
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"greetings my fellow crows,"
"sorashi?"
"wait what?"
"oh how the hell?"
"why y'all looking at me like that?" sorashi scowled.
"you look so different," daichi said.
"and why is that?"
true to daichi's words, sorashi looks so different. his skin is now a few shades darker, his shoulder more broad, his face features are sharper than before. and maybe he has grown a few inches taller than before. udai sorashi really looks like a whole another person.
"you look like a model," ennoshita complimented.
"oh really? oikawa is nothing compared to me,"
"well, let's see how much of oikawa's fangirls that will be your fans."
sorashi snickered at those words. and went to change his uniform. he opened his locker only to be greeted by a photo of last year team. there are noya and asahi, alongside the others, smiling brightly.
talking about nishinoya, karasuno doesn't have any libero for now. so, what if he being the libero for a while before they found another one or convinced nishinoya to be back to the team?
whatever, sora will try being a libero today.
"yo daichi, can i be a libero for today?" sora shrugged and went to stretch. this was met by a confused daichi.
"but why?"
"oh no reasons, i just wanted to. lmao." sora yawned and walked away to warm up.
"did he just--"
"yes he just laughed with spelling l m a o."
sugawara and daichi looked at each other than sighed. this man right here, is a whole another level of too much internet.
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like what tanaka said, sorashi is now popular. maybe it is too popular for him to handle. he is now currently out of breathe, gripping into his knees as an attempt to catch his breath.
the thin layer of sweat glistening on skin really makes sorashi looks like a greek god. those back muscles were shown by his wet thin shirt. three buttons are opened to help him cooling down.
damn, i think i will respect oikawa a little bit now. he thought.
this sight is a blessing to the world indeed. and kiyoko is there to witness this speciment of a man herself.
her cheeks went red when he saw how sharp sorashi's jawline is when he turned his head to the side. feeling someone is staring, sora threw his glance to the manager. kiyoko hurriedly turned her back away and continues to write down things on her book, trying her best to conceal her flustered self.
sorashi cocked his head to the side slightly and just shrugged. maybe he was imagining things, whatever. he continues his way to the middle of the court.
the warm breeze trickling sorashi's senses. the door was opened wide enough to let all the wind softly blown into the gym. his mind is at peace, the usually irritating sound of his teammates were not to be heard again. this is a peak of his concentration. this is him at the zone.
he could see the line and everything clearer than before. the floating balls those were thrown up into the air by his teammates seem like in a slow motion. everything is just easy to predict and solve.
is this how that blue haired basketball idiot sees things when he is in the zone? sorashi wander.
the practice went slow as usual. they grind at normal dose but of course, the youngest udai isn't going to stop until his knees break apparently. sugawara sighed before he put his hand onto sorashi's shoulder.
"sora, you will not get anything from overworking yourself," sugawara said with a gentle smile.
"but--"
"no buts, go home and take a rest." sugawara patted his back lightly and went to change his clothes.
"i guess he is right." sorashi sighed.
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sorashi walked down in an awfully slow pace. he watched the clouds blown by the wind on the dark evening sky. his hair is blown by the wind softlt. everything seems in peaceful mode right now until a certain human tangerine crashed to him.
"s-sorry!" the small boh squeaked.
"ie, it's alright." sorashi waved and continues his walk.
"eh? karasuno?! you went to karasuno?!" the boy ran up to him and stop him in his track.
"uh, yes?"
"woah! then i'll meet you next year!"
"sure thing, shorty." sorashi grinned at the boy.
"i may be short but i can jump! my name is hinata shoyo!"
"my name is udai sorashi, nice to meet you shoyo," sora introduces himself.
a ping of notification popped up from his phone. sorashi quickly read it and put it back into his pocket.
"well, shoyo, i'll wait for you in karasuno next year." he patted the shorter boy's head and continues his walk home.
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