It was a normal day for the Nekoma team, carrying on their practice after the end of school — Lev was getting yelled at by Yakkun once again for not being able to receive the ball correctly, nothing out of the ordinary. Except — it was only deemed as ‘normal’ for anyone inspecting from outside, everything was going whole different for the silver haired make, and definitely not in a good way.

Normally, he’d just throw back another snarky remark -- respond with something positive or enthusiastic whenever he got scolded or got insulted by his teammates. This time though, listening to the third year criticizing him for the seventh time today — each one of them growing harsher in words and no one else even bothering to bat an eye, the iceberg finally tipped over.

There had been a short lasting silence inside the gym, until a loud sob had retched from the half Russian, and with no time to even react for anyone he was seen bolting towards the bathroom.

That couldn’t be any good.