Restless.

Each breath he took before digging the ball was decisive. His eyes followed every toss, every spike with a scary precision—as if missing a single one would cost more than just a point. As the new libero in the team for barely a week, he had already set a rhythm around him.

It took a few days to get used to the new routine. Shoes squeaked against the floor, jersey damp from chasing down impossible angles. He has been asking for tosses to you, practicing even after school. Gaku was exhausted, knees shaky, but it didn't seem to worth taking a breath. Not yet.