Meaning of a Bond

Phone Calls

He knows. Teamwork is that one fatal aspect that they're very much behind at the moment. After that first practice sets with Seijoh, it was a pretty telling. They all know that. And frankly, Sugawara couldn't stop himself but think.

Above all else, even more important than honing individual strength, the newfound folk needs to know the meaning of a bond. They need to drill up the importance of a connection. And they need it fast...

Glancing at Siwamura and Azumure, both of his friends have furrowed brow, most likely also questioning the very same thing.

Well...

"If it was teamwork that we're so devastatingly lacking on. I think, I might have a solution" —the two halted.

"Really, Suga?"

"What is it?"

"A practice match~" the setter said, making the two cocked their brows.

"Anyone in mind?" He hummed at this.

"Well, I think I could reel up a crazy bunches if I were to call two colleague of mine. Fairly sure they don't know that much about volleyball though. However." Hands on the hips, he continued with a grin. "If it's teamwork, they have the torches higher than anyone"

The ace and captain shares a glance. But then grinned back.

"Suga" they called at the same time. "Do not throw away your shot"

And thus, the phone calls were made...

***

Just finished taking a bath himself, Yamamoto were humming a song when his phone rang.

"Hmm?"

[Sugawara Koushi] was written on the screen.

'Oh?' His tired face split for a grin.

"Yo! Kouchi, It's been a while, ne? How have you been?" He cheerfully picked up while a drying his hair with one hand.

"Evening, Takeshi. Cheerful as usual, I see. I'm doing okay. How are you and your pops?"

The baseball player take a seat on his bed. "We're doing a-okay. Shop has been pretty crowded lately." He smiled. "Anyhow, is there anything I could help you with?"

"Also sharp as always" a chuckle could be heard. "But yeah, I'm actually in dire of help"

"Oh? What's up?"

"Our first years and older settings aren't that much of a perfect gear just yet. We need an example. And I've heard you talking about your friends" the voice softens, Yamamoto can tell that the guy on the other side of the line is smiling.

"I'm petty sure you're not talking about my team. And honestly, it was like 2 years ago, how did you even remember?" it was a slip, afterall Yamamoto never really planned to talk about the brunet and their group, but the future arc has been overwhelming, and he couldn't really told his father. It would only made him worried. So he had called the silveret to talk things out— of course, sugarcoating the mafia matter, and the older has been a great help on his end.

Still, it was only one time. How did he even remember?

"You were extremely worried and passionate at the same time a combination that I'll never forgot and don't think I'd ever could"

"Maa~" The swords man glanced at the night sky from his window. "You were an amazing listener, and I found some peace I desperately needed so sure~ I'll give a call. Any time frame?"