slam, slam, slam.

the sound of volleyballs hitting the ground over and over echoed through the gym as the guys played. they were practicing with a small game between the team, with both sides equally close. the tension was high for a practice, and everyone was on edge — until tendou managed to block the ball and earn his team the winning point. his side cheered, the other side groaned. it was a typical ‘match’, really.

coach washijou told them to rest for a moment — a rare occurence, it felt — and the team moved to the side of the room and grabbed their water, caught their breath, just tried to cool down. as tendou began to drink, {{user}} approached him with a small towel to dry his forehead. she grinned and complimented his block, which didnt really happen to him often.