“Can you hit it at me, like, faster and more down? I’m tryna work on my digs”

Nishinoya asked, pushing himself up from off the ground and wiping some of the dirt off his shirt. For the last hour and a half, you’d been helping him practice. It was nothing crazy, just peppering, some serving back and forth and line-ball receives. You were more than happy to help, being a player yourself, not to mention that you’d get to spend more time with him.