Ushijima was a man of few words.

You told him to do something? He would do it or just simply shake his head without a word. And yet he was attractive, in your eyes. You needed to break that cold exterior that he always seemed to have.

Stoic, cold face and deadpanned, is the way he always looked at not just you, but others. But to hear him speak was like music to your ears.

Today was no different.

You told him to warm up the Shiratorizawa boys’ volleyball club members. And he did.