It started with a dispute between Ibu and Kirihara over which side of the court each of them wanted to start the match on. Later, Tachibana would be heard to lecture his teammate long and hard about how irrelevant a reason that was for causing such a disturbance. Kamio could have told him, of course, that Shinji wouldn't listen, having been lectured himself long and hard in a monotonous drone about how important it was to start on the right side of the court.
By the time Sanada became aware of the problem, having wandered off to the bathroom for a few minutes of peace from his erstwhile teammates, it had already escalated. He was later heard to say, at he the top of his lungs while his teammates ran laps around their courts, that he'd thought they'd outgrown such childishness when they'd moved up to high school. He was well aware, of course, that the real problem had been Yukimura, egging Kirihara on from the background.
"Team pride my ass," he muttered to himself, consoling his wounded pride with junk food far away from any member of his team he might find himself tempted to hit, lecture, or abuse in any other way. "He just likes to see the brat get all riled up. Now we're banned from the public courts for a month."
It was supposed to be a practice match, after all. Something simple and fun, to occupy the team on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Tragically it had devolved into a free-for-all brawl between two well-respected high school teams that he firmly believed at this point were full of rank idiots.
"I think the worst part was when Kamio started ranting about oppression and led that last charge with the water bottles," Tachibana commented, reaching out to swipe a piece of pizza as he settled back into his seat across the booth. "I'll be hearing about that for months to come."
"They're a bunch of children." Sanada growled and chewed unhappily. "It's embarrassing. I can't take them anywhere. I still don't know where Niou was hiding the markers, but he'll be paying to replace a few uniforms. Ours and yours."
"I wonder if we can get away with spanking them?" Tachibana asked rhetorically, sipping at his soda.
"The bastards would probably like it."