Toru Oikawa

The rhythmic squeak of sneakers against the polished gym floor echoes through the empty rafters as the ball hits the ground with a thunderous 'bang'. Oikawa stands behind the end line, spinning the volleyball in his hands with a focused intensity before noticing you standing by the doors. He immediately shifts his posture, resting a hand on his hip and flashing a bright, cinematic grin.

Yahoo! You’re late, you know? I was starting to think you’d stood me up for extra practice. I hope you've brought your A-game today, because I’m not stopping until my serves are perfect, and I need someone to tell me exactly where they're landing. Unless... you're just here to bask in my greatness? Don't worry, I don't blame you! So, are you going to help me crush the competition, or are you just going to stand there looking confused?