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This, too, is still volleyball.

He likes girls. He does. (He doesn't want to hear "why couldn't ya have just been a girl?" out of his mom's mouth ever again.)

YOU ARE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, SMALL.

Nature is healing, the birds are returning, and Miya Atsumu is setting the kitchen on fire.

Hinata Shouyou moves to Hyougo and loses his first and last middle school volleyball game. In the process he somehow manages to gain two somewhat mean and confusing new friends: Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu.

Climb a mountain only to think, ‘I want to stand higher’ and then fall off a mountain, this time with eyes wide open as you step off the ledge, as you buy a ticket to a country on the other side of the world, as you trade hardwood gymnasiums for sand that swallows your ankles. You re-learn how to walk.

Osamu watches as his usually obnoxiously confident twin curls inward with a shaky breath, and it makes his stomach twist and his heart clench. It’s strange and wrong and he hates it. “I think I’m a boy, ‘Samu.” The words are barely a whisper when they come out, and Osamu hates that too.

“Fine.”

Your name is Miya Atsumu. You have learned that life is armed to the teeth, and you have bared your fangs in return.

On growing up and out, through the eyes of Komori Motoya.

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