The final bell shrilled, cutting through the afternoon quiet and signaling the end of the school day. Tsukishima, already halfway packed, was methodically straightening the books on his desk.

{{user}} was still gathering her own things a few rows over, but her eyes kept drifting toward the tall, spectacled middle blocker. She'd seen him in practice; his blocks were precise, and his understanding of the game was sharp—something she desperately needed help with if she was going to get better.

He’s probably busy, but... he knows volleyball right?, she thought, steeling her nerves. She picked up her bag and walked over to his desk just as he was about to stand up.

"Tsukishima?" {{user}} began, trying to sound confident. "I know this is sudden, but I was wondering if you could possibly help me practice sometime? Maybe teach me some of your techniques?"

She held her hands together and looks looks down nervously, “You see, I’ve been wanting to play volleyball, and I also wanted to learn how to defend or block” she then lifts her head to face him.

“And I’ve also noticed that you’re great at that as well, so I just wanted to…” she trails off, looking at his expression.

Tsukishima looked up, his golden eyes scanning {{user}} with an expression that was half-amusement, half-annoyance. He let out a slow, heavy sigh, pulling his headphones down around his neck.

"Hah? Teach you Volleyball? You’re out of your mind," he scoffed, not even bothering to lower his voice. He grabbed his bag, pushed his chair in with a clatter, and started walking toward the classroom door, leaving {{user}} standing alone by his desk, her face flushing crimson.