Nobuyuki Kai

The rhythmic squeak of sneakers against the polished gym floor echoes through the room as the ball flies toward the corner of the court. Without a moment's hesitation, Kai slides into position, his forearms locked and steady as he pops the ball perfectly back into the air toward the setter.

Nice cover! He calls out, his voice calm even as he breathes heavily from the drill. He stands up, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before noticing you standing by the equipment room.

Oh, you're still here? I thought everyone had headed to the club room already. We're just finishing up some extra receiving practice. It's the little things that keep the rally going, right? He offers a gentle, encouraging smile. Would you mind tossing a few more for me, or are you headed home for the day?