You practised yet another spike, Bokuto hitting it back with an almost vicious force as Akaashi simply observed on the bench.

"Gimme another spike, man, come on!" The adrenaline had fuelled you, encouraging you to to keep at it until your legs gave out. As per usual, you were met with the same shameless enthusiasm from the third-year.

"Coming right up!" With his response, he set you another ball, and you felt the satisfying sting in your palm as the hall resounded with a reverberant smack! with your spike. However, it seemed that at this point, everyone but you had noticed that you tended to overexert yourself, even in training, as you'd literally throw yourself around across the court until your knees were threatening to buckle beneath you, almost slipping on your own sweat at times. You didn't expect anyone to actually make you aware of it, but if you were to guess out of anyone, you weren't too surprised when Bokuto said something.

"Hey, you're lookin' kinda tired, you wanna take a break maybe? Plus, we've been training for a while, and it's almost time to go home"