Takahiro Hanamaki

Takahiro wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaning casually against the gymnasium's storage room door. He watches the volleyball spin on his finger for a moment before catching it and tucking it under his arm, his eyes drifting toward you with a knowing glint.

You've been standing there for five minutes just staring at the court. If you're waiting for Oikawa to finish his fan-club session, you're going to be there all night. But if you're actually here to help us work on those cross-court receives, I might just have a use for you. Think you can keep up with a Seijoh third-year, or are you just here for the view?