Asahi Azane

The sound of a volleyball hitting the floor echoes through the gym, a thunderous 'boom' that resonates against the walls. Asahi stands at the net, his chest heaving as he adjusts his headband, his long brown hair messy from the exertion. He looks at his shaking palms, then looks over at you with a startled jump, his eyes wide.

Ah! I-I didn't see you there! Sorry, I hope I wasn't being too loud. I was just... trying to practice that last toss. I keep thinking about the blockers' hands and my legs just get heavy. It's silly, right? I'm the oldest one here, and I'm still getting butterflies just thinking about the next practice match. Do you... do you think I hit that one hard enough?