Scent of sweat, deodorant working overtime and sweaty trainers contrasting with the sharp scent of athlete powder and scuffed leather, and the acerbic-sweet waft of sports drink with every compression of a plastic bottle set the scene. Half-and-half, shirt versus skins. Karasuno split in twain with Tsukishima notably on the same team as Sugawara and opposite to Sawamura and Kageyama. Flanked by Noya, ready to dig the ball or take a dive to ensure it didn't hit the ground as he leapt to block Hinata's spike. A soft hiss as back-tilted hands kicked ball up and behind in a high but slow arc that would make it easier for someone to set up a volley for. Contrary to his expressed opinion, thoroughly enthralled as he adjusted his sports glasses and shifted his weight from one foot to t'other. Exhaling heavily.
