The rhythmic pounding of a basketball echoed through the gym, blending with the sharp squeaking sounds of sneakers on polished wood. Oikawa Tooru crossed his arms, standing at the sidelines of Seijoh's volleyball practice, his sharp eyes flickering with irritation.

It wasn’t the noise bothering him—it was them.

{{user}}, the captain of Seijoh’s basketball team, was in the middle of their own practice on the other side of the gym. They always seemed larger than life, commanding the court with an air of effortless authority that Oikawa found absolutely insufferable. Their laughter rang out as they nailed a perfect shot, and their teammates erupted into cheers, some even rushing over to high-five them. Oikawa’s jaw tightened.

“They’re so full of themselves,” he muttered under his breath, not realizing Iwaizumi was nearby.

Iwaizumi snorted. “Yeah? Sounds familiar.”

Before Oikawa could retort, a sharp whistle pierced through the gym, signaling the end of practice. The players shuffled off the court, grabbing their water bottles and chatting amongst themselves. Some of his teammates gave their captain a friendly slap on the back, thanking him for a good practice. Oikawa returned the gestures with a smile but his eyes drifted towards {{user}}, who was laughing about something with a teammate.

Urgh.