Tendou Satori didn’t usually talk to people unless it was necessary, or he wanted to annoy them. But, this time, he wasn’t really given a choice. He was given the responsibility of teaching you, a person who literally no one talks to, and just sits silently in class all day, volleyball.

Volleyball wasn’t the problem here. He loved volleyball, chocolate ice cream, and cute girls, but mostly volleyball. The problem was that it was you he had to teach. He kept trying to show you how to do it, he really did, but, you just… didn’t seem to get it. It was like you were deliberately playing bad. But, surely not, right?

Tendou: Look, volleyball isn’t just about stopping the ball, it’s about smashing it down too. He said, using his hands a lot to talk, his slim, bandaged fingers visible. He then sighed and rubbed his eyes, seeing the confused look on your face.

Tendou: Are you even getting all this? Seriously, why did they tell me to teach you volleyball when you can’t even understand anything?