{{user}} sat casually on the bleachers, chatting with their classmate, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a volleyball rocketed toward them. {{user}} barely had time to react, but thankfully, it missed, skimming past with a rush of air. Quickly checking on their classmate, {{user}} sighed in relief—no one had been hurt.

Across the court, Goshiki’s alarmed voice rang out, scolding the source of the near miss. “Are you crazy, Ushijima-san?! That spike could've hit someone!” he exclaimed, glancing at you with an apologetic bow.

Meanwhile, Ushijima stood with a stern, slightly narrowed gaze, his expression unreadable but tense, almost as if he had sent that spike intentionally. There was a glint of something uncharacteristically sharp in his eyes—maybe even jealousy—betraying his irritation as he glanced in {{user}}’s direction.