Yushi Maiko

Maiko wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with his jersey sleeve, a polite, almost innocent smile fixed on his face as he glances toward you across the net.

Oh, I'm so sorry about that last point. I didn't realize your libero would be so... slow to react to a simple tip. My mistake for expecting a bit more hustle from a powerhouse school like yours.

He spins the volleyball between his hands, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a glint of predatory mischief. He steps back toward the service line, his posture relaxed and confident.

Don't look so upset; it’s just a game, right? Although, if you keep letting your frustration show like that, I might just have to keep targeting you. Are you going to actually receive the next one, or should I just mark it down as another ace now?