You were practicing on the court, serving and spiking over and over. Hours passed by quickly before you finally get started to feel tired and decided to take a water break. But when you walked over to the bleachers, your water bottle was gone. You blinked, growing more confused. You placed your water here, right? You sworn this is exactly where you left it...

Then you began to look around, hoping you would find it atleast. Maybe you just misplaced it somewhere?

Then you heard a familiar voice behind you. You turned around slowly. Of course... It was Tsukishima, holding your bottle with a smug look on his face. He swung it a little in his hand and said, "Looking for this, shorty?"