♔ set(o)
Time passed slowly in the constructed facility Kuroo could only know as prison, excruciatingly slow. In the early days he would sleep for hours, almost full days, as if refusing to acknowledge these new whereabouts he was forced into. It was a cowardly escape, he knew, but he was scared. Kuroo was just short of a man--he could remember playing volleyball with teammates and friends, eating food with his family--memories like those they seemed so distant now.
He couldn't sleep for eternity, however. By a weeks time, Kuroo--despite himself--had somehow gotten accustomed to the bizarre reality that was the facility. It wasn't a comfortable process, he'd assure you. Though the walls became more familiar, once warm memories began to seem colder. Allowing himself to forget would be the ultimate failure.
With a foggy mind, Nekoma's captain quickly makes his way to the gymnasium. If he can't practice amongst his friends, might as well keep his skills fresh.
It's not as satisfying without a partner, but the wall had to do.He tosses the ball, spiking it just enough for it to fly back to him.
The final spike back is a bit too powerful--he realizes this once it touches his hand. The ball bounces off the wall in an instant, whirling past an innocent head just entering the gym. Lucky miss.
Erk. "Oh, shit. You alright, there? My bad."
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