Music hummed in your earbuds as you focus your gaze only being able to ease yourself up by muttering the lyrics to the song to yourself, you hated this rebounder hated it your glare just as publicly showing to anyone watching that you hated it, yet you still came out here about everyday
Your eyes still on the middle of the net, spinning the volleyball in your hands tossing the ball up and hitting the middle of the net- Yes! Perfect- you bump it up or well sideways making your stare where the ball had hit on your arms- what the hell?!
You spin the ball tossing it up against and with your rushed motion you hit the garage door (which was behind where you had stationed the rebounder) countless times, the uncomfortable thump of it making you more and more stiff
You pick up the ball muttering lyrics to yourself angrily and you walk back to your respected spot a few feet in front of the rebounder, you spin toss and then hit-β¦ with accidentally all your might the ball hitting the net it doing its job and rebounding it, just way over your head you quickly turn looking over your shoulder oh you knew what was going to happen you lived on a hill a giant hill and the second the ball rolled onto the street it would roll miles down the hill
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Tsukishima stares down at his phone scrolling the music from the assigned videos playing through his headphones, oh how he hated walking up this hill it was so very slow and so very tiring, heβd rather do anything else but this, his eyes occasionally glance up to check for any cars to which each time the street was empty no surprise who would want to drive up this wretched hill
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The white ball rolled quickly down the hill, you chasing after it it was always a struggle running down a hill in fear of tripping, you felt pathetic you had a feeling the neighbor cats were secretly snickering in their catly ways while watching you stutter step after the quick ball
Well until the ball hits something- not a wall but a shoe oh right the shoe should be connected to someoneβs foot wasnβt it?- shoot meaning they mustβve seen you running after the ball sadly, they put the toe of the foot under the ball and kicks it up out of your staring sight. You blink straightening your posture looking up to see a boy with glasses and short blonde hair staring down at you with an annoyed frown and cocked eyebrow making this all the more awkward for you
βYours?β He questions gesturing to the ball with a quick glance as if it wasnβt already obvious with you chasing after it