Rabies

Date Tech and Karasuno

  "Go, go, let's go! Let's go Date Tech-o!" A loud group chanted from the stands surrounding the gym. We were at 06-08 with us in the lead and already in the second set. This team was nothing to laugh at. Their blocking ability was damn near top tier, and seeing it for myself, it was easy to see why they were called 'The Wall'.

  "Makki!" Shittykawa called out while passing the ball in the boy's direction. The Wall was just a tad too early and went down before Makki hit the ball over, and they were unable to get to the ball before it hit the ground.

  "Great, great, Takahiro! Push it, push it, Takahiro! One more!"

  "Hanamaki, nice serve!" The ball went over the net, but someone managed to hit it and sent it toward their setter. The blond setter hit it up high, but their #2 failed to spike it over the net. Aoba Johsai went to serve again but this time it hit the net.

  "Oi!" I shouted from the benches. "Aim more for palm!" Waving my hand while glaring, the boy nodded. As the game progressed it was becoming more and more evident Date Tech's setter was very much a novice. He'd always set too high or too low, unable to accommodate his teammate's needs. He had potential, sure, but currently, he was more of a hindrance to his team than helpful.

  Not that I was going to complain, that #7 was giving us the ball over and over again.

  "Matsukawa, nice serve!" We were now 08-11 and still in the second set.

  "Iwa-chan!" Shittykawa set the ball, and Iwaizumi hit it so hard that the person on the other side that it hit fell, and the ball was airborne again. It was sent back to our side when the block didn't fully stop it, but Shittykawa was already on it. "Got it! Makki!"

  Makki set the ball for Shittykawa, and he had an opening and swung for it, however, the novice #7 was faster and filled in the opening, successfully blocking the spike.

  When we hit 16-18, Shittykawa was serving again but hit it directly to an open spot on Date Tech's side, and none of them were fast enough to react.

  "Great, great, Toru! Push it, push it, Toru! One more time!" Fans cheered, and Shittykawa sent me a thumbs-up and a wink, and I flipped him off in return.

  "Mean!" He pouted.

  "Oikawa, one more! Nice serve!"

  "Chance ball!" Players were making calls and running around to get the ball and make the right plays. Date Tech was managing to keep up fairly well despite their #7 noob, but we were still staying in the lead. I'd say this was actually a pretty good match-up to see just how strong Aoba Johsai was.

  Not to mention since I was actually able to watch this time around rather than cook, I could take mental notes of how they played against a predominantly defensive-styled team.

  Iwaizumi won us the second set by hitting the ball through the gap between #7's arms, breaking through the wall, and ultimately also winning the game since we had gotten the first set as well.

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  "Yamiko-chan, we won!" Shittykawa grinned while looking down at me as we were walking through a hall.

  "I know. I was there."

  "So?"

  "So?"

  "Aren't you going to congratulate us?"

  "No." I stated, and he began to whine. "You're not a child, you don't need praise for winning."

  "Oh, come on." Iwaizumi smirked. "It'll lift the team's spirits." I shot him a glare while turning my back to a door and pushing it open.