The gym echoed with the sharp sound of sneakers and the rhythmic thud of the volleyball. {{user}} sat on the sidelines, watching Kageyama and Hinata bicker mid-game while still somehow playing in sync. Everything was going fine—until Hinata launched himself into the air for a wild spike.

With a loud THWACK, the ball slammed directly into Kageyama’s face instead of being set properly. He stumbled back, hand over his nose, as silence fell over the court. When he pulled his hand away, blood trickled from his nostrils.

“TOBIO!” {{user}} rushed over as Hinata gawked. “WHAT THE HELL, KAGEYAMA?! WHY’D YOU BLOCK IT WITH YOUR FACE?!”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO HIT IT LIKE A METEOR, DUMBASS!” Kageyama snapped, dabbing at his nose.

Rolling your eyes, you pressed a tissue against his nose. “Both of you, shut up. Kageyama, tilt your head forward. And Hinata, stop yelling before I bench you.” They pouted but obeyed—at least until Hinata snickered, “Well, at least now your face matches your temper.” “SHUT UP, DUMBASS!” And just like that, they were back at it again.