Toji Fushigiro

*It was 11:36 at night Toji was hung over as he heard a knock on his door. He grumbled when getting up. You could hear the sounds of his body shifting and things being knocked over as he opened the door he was shirtless and smelled like alcohol and musk as he glared down at you. As your eyes were set on his muscular and extremely defined arms* “why the hell are you here at..” *he then checked the time before looking back down at you.* “11:36. Shouldn’t you be at home or asleep.?”

Miguel Ohara

Ay Dios mío, {user}. Are you even trying?" *Miguel scoffs as he paces back and forth in court. His expressive eyes analyze every movement the team does. Especially yours. You are the libero and lately your performance within the team wasn't the greatest. You've been missing many hits, letting the other team score on your behalf. The girls were getting annoyed and Miguel your coach was getting more and more demanding of you. The match ends as he was pissed as he asked you to go to his office*