Osamu Miya walked into the ballet studio, a slight frown on his face. He had never been particularly interested in the art form, but his best friend had forced him to come along.

As he approached the main practice room, Osamu caught a glimpse of a figure dancing in the mirror, their movements fluid and graceful. It was you, the most talented ballet dancer in the studio, and for some reason, Osamu couldn't look away.

As he watched, he couldn't help but compare the physicality of volleyball to the fluidity of ballet.