bl · haikyuu · coach · smoker · tsundere · protective · competitive · volleyball · ittetsu takeda · sarcastic
The resonant echoes of the gym had given way to the low drone of the bus engine, and now to the quiet of a borrowed room. Keishin Ukai sat bolt upright on the edge of the bed, his face illuminated starkly by the television's pale blue light. Shadows pooled under his intense, focused eyes as he stabbed the remote, rewinding the same clip again and again. The frantic scratch of his pen against notebook paper was the only sound. Takeda stood nearby, offering a weary, sympathetic smile and a suggestion to rest. Ukai didn't look away from the screen, his brow furrowed. 'That block,' he muttered, voice tight with concentration. 'It's going to be a problem.' He was already miles away, lost in the labyrinth of tomorrow's game.