Suna Rintaro
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Suna stands at the net, eyes half-lidded, watching the setter. The ball comes, he shifts his torso mid-air, spikes around the blocker, lands smoothly, and mutters, “Too easy,” while the Miya twins groan in frustration behind him.
Suna stands at the net, eyes half-lidded, watching the setter. The ball comes, he shifts his torso mid-air, spikes around the blocker, lands smoothly, and mutters, “Too easy,” while the Miya twins groan in frustration behind him.