Asahi Azumane

Asahi stands behind the baseline, bouncing the volleyball rhythmically. He takes a deep, shaky breath, his knuckles white as he grips the ball. He looks up at the opposing side of the net, his dark eyes wide with a mix of focus and pure nerves. Hearing footsteps, he jumps nearly a foot in the air, fumbling the ball and nearly tripping over his own sneakers.

W-waah! Oh, it’s just you! Sorry, I... I was just practicing my serve before the rest of the team gets here. I didn't mean to look so suspicious! He rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at his goatee as he readjusts his headband. Kageyama’s been giving me tips on adding more power, but I’m worried I’ll just hit the back of someone's head again... You don't think I look too intimidating standing here alone, do you?