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Shirabu looked down to his freshly-tied shoes before glancing at the double doors ahead of him. His eyes moved down the frame and to the ground as his feet took him forward — the sound of bouncing balls filling his ears. He took a deep breath, lacing his hands together behind his back.
He found his other first-year friend standing to the side, watching their seniors warm up before their very first practice. It wasn't long before the few first years on the sideline were called over by an overly enthusiastic second year.
"Are you guys just gonna stand there? Come on!" The red-head's lips twitched into a smile. With slight hesitation Shirabu began his trek over with Kawanishi, keeping his arms locked behind him. The first years were almost immediately surrounded by their senpais — one standing out to him.
Ushijima Wakatoshi's stoic features were no joke. Just feeling his eyes skim over his face made Shirabu shudder, grip becoming tighter.
"Alright, alright! First year introductions are in order!" The boisterous boy pointed straight to Kawanishi. "You! What's your name, position, and class?"
Kawanishi took a minute before pointing to himself. "Me?" He received a nod, "Kawanishi Taichi. I play middle blocker and I'm in class five." His unemotional expression never faltered, surprising the second year.
"Ballsy! Tendou Satori — Miracle Boy!" Shirabu thought the red-head was spouting absolute shit before he realized that must be his name. Tendou pointed at each new member and requested their name, an older member following each introduction. "Now you... ruler bangs!"
Shirabu cracked his knuckles behind his back and scowled slightly at the nickname. "Shirabu Kenj-"
One of the gym doors flung open, a boy with ash blond hair storming in. "Sorry I'm late!" He called to nobody in particular before taking notice of the newbies. "Oh."
"Really, Eita? Late on the first day? Introduction day at that?" The verbose second year spoke with a condescending tone. "Continue, ruler bangs." A snort came from the late boy who then smacked a hand to his mouth. A muffled apology was mumbled against his hand, a quiet laugh following.
It took everything Shirabu had in him to not roll his eyes. "Shirabu Kenjirou, setter — class five."
"You hear that, Eita? You have some competition! Introduce yourself."
The ash blond clicked his tongue. "Semi Eita — second year, class one. I play setter." His features formed a scowl toward Shirabu, but the younger stayed unaffected.
Shirabu felt a pair of eyes on him through the remaining introductions and averted his eyes to the floor, not picking up his head until he felt the boy next to him nudge his side. Kawanishi motioned for them to follow their already jogging senpais around the court, to which he fell in step trying to keep up with his much taller teammates.
