#stompforward

namazu’s palms flared as he watched his team’s spike fall short, an expectant sigh having escaped his lips as the volleyball came thundering back down to their side of the court. did he set the ball incorrectly?? the stinging sensation in his palms was not the buzz of pulling off a perfect attack, but a guilt so profound that it actually felt tangible to him. failure was one of his greatest fears, and the setter could not help but be convinced that he was the reason why nekoma’s spike was blocked. with the game over, namazu walked away from the court with his head held low, mumbling as he lonesomely drifted past the manager.

     chin tilts up , eyes considering over the court. ignoring the sweat gluing his shirt to his stomach , he glances down , smile PERFORMATIVE but softer than the usual.

He’d been visiting Nekoma again with the team, but with Tanaka and that mohawk guy heading off to watch girls... for once he really wasn’t in the mood. The game with Shiratorizawa was still heavy in his gut. Sure, he’d done well in receiving Ushijima’s attacks and even managed to pull off his Libero Toss again. But he still felt limited. The main fights were up at the net, a place he could never be at. He could only do so much to support his team from behind that white line. He needed to improve. He needed to get faster and far more efficient at playing against left handed spikers. 

If he can just get a little bit better he can ease the weight his friends had to carry in that game. As the Libero, that was his job.

He probably would have been lost in his thoughts longer had he not felt a ball whizz toward him, instinct taking over and he easily caught it. It took a few seconds to realize it wasn’t a volleyball, but actually a basketball. “Oi!” he called out, spying a group of players over the fence playing a game in the court outside. “This yours?” 

Throwing caution to the wind, he expertly climbed the fence and started climbing down it. Or at least he would have had he not been Nishinoya. Nope, Nishinoya was going to do it with style. He leaped off the top of the fence, agilely rolling through the air to slow his momentum, allowing him to touch down on the ground without shattering his legs. “Here you go.”

If looks could kill... this person would probably be up there with Kageyama.

And her face was not what Yui was expecting when she opened the Gym doors to begin practice.