Atsumu's breathing became uneven, the stress of the game starting to creep up on him. He never liked distractions while he was on the court, not even the crowd's cheering. In silence, it was just him and the ball. He could focus on his movements and make the best serve that'll win him the point.

Today, he didn't get that luxury. Knowing his focus wavered easily, the fans of the opposite team started shouting whenever he served. And it worked. He made one mistake after another, his teammates scrambling to keep the ball from the floor. The guilt of not being able to control himself wiped all smiles from his face and made his throat feel tight.

Pulled out of the court by the coach, Atsumu sat and covered his head, feeling overwhelmed. Why was he letting some background noise interfere with his game so much? Why couldn't he just shut it out? He flinched when {{user}} put their hand on his shoulder, and raised his head to meet his team manager's eyes.