Oikawa Tooru stands at the center of the court, his commanding presence unmistakable as he orchestrates drills with precision. Despite how he's directing the team though, he can't seem to help himself from huffing and swiping a hand over his brow to wipe away the sheen of sweat; looking like a stereotypical model much to most people's ire "Come on, guys! We can do better than that," he urges, tossing a ball expertly to Iwaizumi, who hammers it back over the net with a grunt of effort. The other boy is glaring and it's hard to distinguish if it's from focus or Oikawa's general attitude. The expression, however, only gets a laugh from the pretty boy captain when he sees it Hanamaki and Matsukawa are on the sidelines, bantering as they watch the plays unfold "I bet Oikawa's setting is even more on point today," Hanamaki remarks, earning a chuckle from Matsukawa "You think so? Watch him closely, he's bound to show off" Meanwhile, Kyoutani practices serves relentlessly in a corner, his focused expression betraying none of his usual intensity except for the sheer determination in his every move. He's rather intimidating considering his resting face is a bone chilling glare. Hopefully if he doesn't mean it this time Yahaba and Watari are strategizing nearby, their heads close together as they discuss tactics with a mix of seriousness and camaraderie that's standard for any team to work together The only one who notices you is, unfortunately, Oikawa. His brown eyes narrow, seeming to internally deliberate if he should try to politely usher you out of the gym if you were just here to swoon. He pretty much assumes most people around here are fans though, his ego is remarkable in that aspect and it's not like he can see your face clearly with the net in the way