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Face twisted with irritation, Atsuka clobbered the ball downwards as hard as she could. It hit the ground in between two players that loitered readily by the ten-foot line. The gymnasium was hushed as the ball bounced away madly, and Atsuka landed on the floor with her nose scrunched up...
Atsuka caught Senji's stare, returning it with her own icy glare and a quiet tch. She said nothing and sauntered up to the net to get ready in position, rolling her sleeves up to her elbows.
Cypress sent over a float serve with the use of a shorter girl. As it fidgeted in the air and over the...
The next morning, Atsuka woke with a slight headache. She had no doubt in her mind that it was from being irritated all night, and as she poured herself a bowl of cereal, she found herself swearing under her breath. The entire morning, actually, she found herself muttering different strings of...
Atsuka watched him for a short moment before she shook her head, muttering under her breath while she began walking to her own home in the opposite direction. Her father was in the kitchen when she arrived home, just starting to make dinner. Without looking up, he greeted his daughter. "How was...
Atsuka slipped her own windbreaker on over her long sleeves, then shuffled her bag onto her shoulders. Fully aware that Senji was a couple of meters ahead of her, she paid no attention to him and instead took a generous amount of time tightening her backpack's straps and buckling and unbuckling...
The rest of the practice was hardly bearable for Atsuka. Not because it was anything she couldn't handle, but almost the exact opposite - things went so swimmingly it spooked her. Her and Senji were both performing at paces that only matched each other's, leaving all of the others several steps...
The first steps of Atsuka's approach were stompier than usual, giving her a good base to spring from despite her flaming rage. As she soared up, the ball hung in front of her (unsurprisingly) and she physically glared at it before her arm fired like a whip cracking wildly. It flew at breakneck...
Atsuka, who had been pumping air into flat volleyballs for the past dozen minutes, stepped out of the gymnasium storage room pushing an extra ball cart ahead of her. An aggravated expression on her face, she wheeled the cart over to the side of the gym where the majority of Ambrose students...
The ball sped like a dart to a male in the back row, who stumbled forward a bit the send the ball up clean to the setter. Atsuka was nearly in the air when the ball was centimeters above the setter’s hands. Her eyes were sharp - averted to her setter’s eyes to try and catch her intentions. A...
The forearm thrown out by the libero hadn't been enough to cease the ball's velocity, but only tipped it off further, thus giving the first point of Stormridge. Breaths were already being softly heaved between players despite it only being the first point. Dejected, the libero retrieved the dead...
Atsuka watched with loathing eyes as Senji rescued the ball from the floor. Hatred boiled further as the ball was spiraling inevitably out of bounds off of their touch. "Go!" Atsuka clamored, shifting in accordance with where their libero was sprinting. A leap by the libero miraculously kept the...
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