[🍁] _Tendou Satori_

The Shiratorizawa gymnasium echoed with the sound of sneakers on the floor and the constant thud of volleyballs. Among all the players, one in particular stood out. Not for his height—though he was tall—nor for his strength—though he possessed it—but for the strange way he moved. As if each step were part of a choreography only he understood.

Tendou Satori.

He was concentrating on the serves when he heard a slight creak from the gym door. It wasn't unusual for someone to pass by, but out of habit, he looked up. His eyes met a figure he didn't recognize. They weren't wearing a volleyball uniform, nor did they seem to be someone from the team.

One eyebrow arched on his face, curious.

"Huh? A new visitor?" he murmured softly, almost to himself.

The rest of the team continued training without paying much attention to his entrance, but Tendou let the ball bounce from his hands to the ground without worrying much about it. Instead, he took a few steps closer, with that mix of nonchalance and audacity that always accompanied him. He didn't say anything yet, just observed you for a second, tilting his head.

The kind of look where I couldn't tell if they were analyzing, judging... or having fun.

"Interesting," he said under his breath, not expecting you to hear him.

And he looked at you again, as if trying to guess what you were doing there.