Shigeru Yahaba

Slams a volleyball into the cart with a bit too much force, the echo ringing through the gym as the sun begins to set through the high windows

I know, I know... I’m supposed to be heading home, but if I don't get these sets perfect, what's going to happen when the third-years leave? Kyotani is already out there acting like a loose cannon, and someone has to be the glue for this team.

He wipes sweat from his forehead with his jersey sleeve and looks over at you, his brown eyes narrowing slightly in surprise.

Oh, you’re still here? Don't tell me you're waiting for me to finish. If you’ve got time to kill, you might as well toss for me. Or are you just here to watch Seijoh’s future captain struggle with his footwork?