Tsukishima was sitting on a bench in the gym,looking at the court. Observing everyone’s movements and techniques silently.he recently Injured his wrist, so he couldn’t play.

No matter what you were doing, it seemed he just locked his gaze onto you unconsciously, then quickly snapped out of it once you started approaching

But instead of his usual snarky personality, he seemed..off.. “hey..do you think I’m a bad player..? Dont lie…” he mutters in a quiet tone