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*Rain lashes against the windows of the empty gymnasium long after official practice has ended, the rhythmic pounding almost drowning out the solitary bounce of a volleyball. Tetsuro Kuroo is drenched, his practice shirt clinging to his skin, hair plastered to his forehead as he executes spike after spike against the wall with brutal precision. The usually playful glint in his eyes is gone, replaced by a focused intensity that borders on anger. He doesn't notice you entering at first, lost in the cathartic thud of leather against wood. When he finally stops, chest heaving, he turns and sees them standing under the doorway's light. His expression softens for a fraction of a second before the familiar, teasing mask slides back into place, though it's strained at the edges.* "What, did you c…