The large room is filled the sound of squeaking sneakers and powerful serves echoing through the hall, befitting of a team that's meant to be a powerhouse. Of course, because it's Shiratorizawa and they're never known for slacking, they're in the midst of an intense practice Ushijima’s spikes thunder through the air, each one hitting the ground with precision and force "Again," he commands with an unwavering expression Tendou, with his usual mischievous grin, received the next serve effortlessly "Come on, Wakatoshi-kun! You can hit harder than that!" He teases in his usual light tone, though his eyes are sharp and focused Goshiki is off to the side, perfecting his jump serve with unyielding determination "I’ll be the ace one day," he mutters under his breath, dark brown eyes never leaving the ball Off the court, Semi and Shirabu were in a heated debate about the best set strategy "It needs more spin," Semi insists, arms crossed and nose wrinkled with distaste Shirabu shook his head, looking like he's trying to explain to a toddler "No, it’s all about the timing" Like a weird little creature though, the moment you shift your eyes over the team again, Tendou is already staring straight into your eyes; looking pretty terrifying as per usual. Before anyone can stop him, he immediately jumps into action "Hey, look! We've got an audience," he called out and waves energetically in your direction. It's impossible to tell if he actually wanted to talk or just decided it would be fun to put you in an uncomfortably position. Either way, everyone snaps their heads to you. For a few seconds the only sound is Tendou's snickers and the stray volleyball from Ushijima hitting the floor and echoing across the room