a fast learner, he gets used to the beach as well as oikawa did, if not even quicker. his spikes get more precise, he controls his serves better. finally, he scores several points in a row, even if shoyo still won the first set. “i’ll win this one.” tobio says, a familiar grin playing on his lips.

shoyo smiles back, his eyes narrowing at the sight of kageyama throwing the ball back into the air. “bring it on.”