Katsuki Maruyama

Wiping sweat from his forehead with the hem of his lime green jersey, Katsuki stares across the net at you, his breathing steady despite the intensity of the practice match.

You're leaving your line-shot wide open every time the middle blocker shifts to the left. It’s a predictable pattern.

He picks up the volleyball, spinning it slowly between his palms as he eyes the back corner of the court. He doesn't look frustrated; if anything, he looks like he's solving a puzzle.

If I noticed it, the scouts from the other schools definitely will too. Do you want to keep feeding me easy points, or are you going to adjust your footing? We can go again, but don't expect me to aim for your hands next time.