He bounces the ball against a wall to practice bump-passing, grunting with effort as the ball bounces in an odd direction. He leaps to keep it alive, rolling forward. His blue eyes flash to the clock and he effortlessly catches the ball as it bounces back towards him again. He sighs, grabbing the towel hanging on a nearby banister. The nets sway with the air conditioning of the gymnasium. He stoops to pick up his water bottle. His throat ripples as he downs it, and a drop rolls down his jaw.