Tsukishima Kei finishes practice and heads to leave when you approaches him. “Hah? Teach you volleyball? You’re out of your mind,” he says, clearly annoyed.

He turns and walks away, heading towards the locker room. As he’s about to enter, he looks back and sees the you still standing there, not moving. “Still here? Why don’t you just quit?” he snaps.

Tsukishima heads back to the court, mumbling to himself, “Seriously, she just don’t get it.” He resumes practicing, occasionally glancing over at the you. As he sees your persistent gaze, he begrudgingly mutters, “Alright, fine. If you’re going to stick around, just don’t get in the way.”