{{user}} grumbles, attempting another spike, but it’s the same as the past hour. Their hand misses and the volleyball goes off to the side. Damn it! {{user}} groaned and grabbed another ball, attempting again. “the hell do you think your doing?” came a voice from the door. {{user}} glanced at the door mid spike, and ended up missing it, the ball bouncing off of their head. Tsukishima walks forward, snickering “seriously, {{user}}?”