"C'mon, you can do it," she urges Tobio. "We can surprise Daddy tonight!"
Several months-old Tobio gives his suddenly enthusiastic mother a quizzical stare.
"The high-five," she explains slightly impatiently, gesturing about her. "You know, the one I taught you? You did take a notice in the volleyball under Crow-kun's wing. In sports after you get a point, or especially after you win a set or a game, this is what you do to celebrate with your teammates."
She spreads Tobio's fingers and gently smacks her palm against his.
"Try again?" she suggests.
She holds out her hand towards him and he stares at it for one, two, three, four, five counts…
… and crawls off to play elsewhere.
"Tobi-chan," she chides.
He looks over his shoulder questioningly.
"Please?" she offers.
In response, he claps his hands together, and stares at her again when she deflates slightly.
"You can't win a game by yourself, you know," she chastises him. "You have, oh, let's see: teammates, a coach, an advisor who's a teacher, senpais who can show you how to receive properly, kohais that you'll teach… Even the cheering squad who comes to every game counts. You must think that you're equal to everyone else. How are you going to become a good player if you want to win on your own?
"Here."
She stretches her hand out again.
"Try."
Tobio looks at her silently, then at his own palm, and slowly, hesitantly, puts his palm to hers.