Kuguri was practicing his spikes in the Nohebi gym, alone, with nothing but the sound of his shoes scraping against the floor and the impact of the volleyball against the ground echoing throughout the space.

As the manager of the volleyball team, you woke up early, got dressed, and headed towards school.

But once you pushed open the door, your gaze met Kuguri's. Who was holding a volleyball with one hand, his gaze fixed on you. Neither of you spoke, leaving you two in an awkward silence.