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Tongue shoved between her lips as she watched with concentration, Atsuka shuffled loosely off the balms of her feet, arms locked together tightly as the ball directed towards her. "I got it," she murmured, shrugging her shoulders and aiming the ball to the setter. "Four... four," Atsuka repeated...
The serve hurtled over, contacting the libero nicely as if bouncing off of a firm platform. Retreating to the ten-foot line to begin an approach, Atsuka watched her setter like a hawk. Confirming within a split second that it was her ball to kill, she lurched ahead and sprung up, arm fully...
Before promptly shutting off her television, Atsuka messily scribbled in a journal of hers on the key details to note about each match. There were small notes scattered about, but written sloppily in the center of the page was, "Setter - pay attention to at ALL COSTS." A dissatisfied expression...
Plastered on Atsuka's face was a clear splash of distaste as her eyes followed Senji strolling back to his teammates. "I don't need you to tell me that," she jeered under her breath, pulling her pinny off from over her head.
Most of the Ambrose players grew stiff as their coach issued the new...
Once again, Atsuka was a pathetic second too late as she slid across the floor, arm desperately outstretched to try and gain even a finger on the ball. All hope depleted from her eyes at the first bounce.
Ambrose's side of the court was in mourning silence for what felt like an eternity of...
Atsuka was not proud to say that they had just fallen short of victory in the first set. However, the sting had been nullified after an amplified comeback in the second set that brought each of Ambrose's players' composures back. But now as the third set was winding down, the odds seemed not to...
Atsuka typically remained unbothered when belittling between teams occurred, but this was different. Something about his attitude sent her into anger quicker than she's ever been pushed to before.
"And your teammates are doing nothing? What a beautiful soul you have," she hissed as she rolled...
A male in the back-row flung out, arms locked together, allowing the ball to nicely fly upwards. It hung in a very convenient spot, giving Atsuka the perfect amount of time to throw together her approach from behind the ten-foot line. The front-row cleared out of the way, crouching in respective...
Atsuka nearly grinned as the ball spiraled towards her. With an "I got it," she shrugged her arms forward in a smooth platform, bouncing directly to the setter who had waiting arms. Atsuka shared a glance with the setter, a tall girl who quickly fixed her gaze ahead. Atsuka faltered back for a...
The ball barrelled downwards to the gym floor, hitting the patch of floor that was mere centimeters away from Atsuka's fingertips as she pushed herself forward and threw out her arm. It bounced a few times before the middle blocker crouched down and swept the ball under the net. With a "Nice...
Atsuka wiped the bottom of her shoes, back turned to the opposing side. The Ambrose starting lineup was huddled tightly, hands weaved around each player's back. One would expect the tall, broad-muscled senior to direct the team in how to play, but one would be surprised as Atsuka cleared her...
Atsuka was not one for silly school conflicts, but on learning in her first-hour class about the evening scrimmage against Stormridge, she couldn't help but admit that a spark of ambition blazed hot in her.
Sitting spiritless in her seat, Atsuka dropped her phone into the unzipped pocket of her...
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