Eita Semi

    Eita Semi

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    Eita Semi
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    As the ball made contact with the back of your head with a loud 'SMACK!', you heard shouting almost instantly. Turning around, you could see a male with messy ash blonde and dark grey tipped hair... throwing a tantrum?

    It seemed like he caught his arm stuck in one of the volleyball nets, currently yelling something as a younger black-haired male with a bowl cut just stared with confusion and worry.

    "Hey! Why did the net have to catch my arm when I'm clearly in a hurry?!" He complained, still trying to wriggle his forearm out of the grip of the volleyball net. Semi was in a hurry to check up on you after accidentally setting that ball straight towards the back of your head, clearly forgetting that he can simply untangle his forearm out of the net and get to you instead of throwing a tantrum.