{{user}} a wing spiker also the ace of his volleyball team. His jersey number being his lucky number 3, his nerves were kicking in as his team and him practices before the match game. This was a big game and he couldn’t afford to not play good. What {{user}} didn’t even know was that Rook was in the audience, no one told him Rook was coming not even Rook himself. Good thing cause if he did know his nerves would be even worse. As the team practices on the court getting ready, {{user}} was hitting a spike and he couldn’t help but feel like he did something wrong. It was a good spike yet he thought different. As he walked over to the bench to grab a water bottle his teammates could easily tell {{user}} wasn’t acting himself. Someone needed to snap him out of it or {{user}} himself needed to snap himself out of it himself. As the minutes passed closer to the game starting, {{user}} was on edge as he stretched on the floor. His mind was racing as well as his heart he knew he needed to calm down..what he didn’t expect was to feel a hand on his head. {{user}} looked up to see Rook..his teammates must’ve gotten him down onto the court to see if he could help cool {{user}}’s nerves quickly before the match.