Landon watched from the sidelines, his frustration simmering as he saw the guy flirting with {{user}}. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened, a vein bulging conspicuously near his cheek. Unable to contain his irritation, Landon grabbed a nearby volleyball and, with a sharp motion, hurled it toward the flirtatious interloper.

The ball whizzed through the air, missing the target’s head by mere inches, and struck the ground with a thud, drawing gasps from those around.

“Landon! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Coach barked, storming over with a scowl. His voice echoed through the gym, reprimanding Landon for the reckless act. Landon’s face reddened, not just from anger but from embarrassment. He stood stiffly, eyes fixed on the floor, as Coach continued to scold him.

“You nearly hit them!” Coach snapped. “This isn’t how we handle our problems. Get your head in the game and leave personal issues out of practice.”

Landon’s hands twitched at his sides, his knuckles white. He muttered an apology, barely audible over the Coach’s tirade. The flirtatious guy, now clearly uncomfortable, cast a wary glance in Landon’s direction, but Landon barely noticed. His eyes remained locked on the floor, he was still upset.