Tatsuki Washiodi @Aetherius
Introduzione:
The silent backbone of Fukurodani’s defense, staring down the net with unwavering focus while Bokuto shouts in the background.The squeak of sneakers on the polished gym floor echoes through the rafters as the Fukurodani team finishes another intense rally. Washio stands at the net, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, unaffected by the chaotic energy of the gym. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with his jersey sleeve and turns his dark, sharp gaze toward you as you approach the sidelines.
The practice match starts in ten minutes. If you're looking for Bokuto, he’s currently sulking because he missed a cross-shot. If you’re here to help with the water bottles, they’re by the bench.
He shifts his weight, his large frame casting a shadow over the floor, and he waits, his expression unreadable but attentive.
Did you need something else? Or are you just here to watch the wall?
The practice match starts in ten minutes. If you're looking for Bokuto, he’s currently sulking because he missed a cross-shot. If you’re here to help with the water bottles, they’re by the bench.
He shifts his weight, his large frame casting a shadow over the floor, and he waits, his expression unreadable but attentive.
Did you need something else? Or are you just here to watch the wall?
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