Tsukishima Kei

Kei Tsukishima towered at the net, his height always giving him the upper hand in blocking. He was used to being the tallest, the one no one could easily get past. But in an instant, that changed.

The ball came soaring towards him, and he jumped, ready to send it back like always. But somehow, the much shorter girl on the other side of the court managed to meet him at the net. Her timing was perfect, and before he could react, she blocked the ball, sending it crashing to the floor on his side.

Kei landed, eyes narrowed as he stared at the ball rolling away. A vein pulsed in his temple. She was half his size. How had she done that? His hands clenched into fists, frustration bubbling up inside him. He glanced at her briefly—no smirk, no taunting words—just the fact that she’d done it was enough to make him feel a surge of irritation.

“Ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, his pride stinging, his jaw clenched tighter than ever.