"Number four, number four!"
"Two blockers!"
"One touch!" Moniwa yelled, as he felt the ball slam off his fingers.
Behind him he heard their new libero call, "Got it!" and quickly got back into position, mind already racing to decide who he should set the ball to next.
"Kamasaki!"
With a ferocious yell the other third year slammed the ball over the net, one of the opposing team's receivers just barely getting a hand on it. "Right, right!" one of their spikers called as the ball headed back to their setter.
"Oh no you don't." Kamasaki growled as he and Aone both jumped to block him.
"Wanna bet?" the spiker yelled back, eyes narrowed, arm drawn back to spike…and then he tapped it lightly, the ball just barely hopping over Kamasaki's outstretched fingers.
"Feint!" Sasaya yelled from the back corner of the court. At the same time someone else called again, "Got it!"
"Sakunami, nice receive!" Moniwa cheered, grinning. 'Man, that kid is on fire today. Not bad for his first practice match.' The ball came arcing back to him perfectly and he jumped, calling, "Aone!" The second year was back beside him in an instant, his vicious spike quite literally blowing away the other team's blockers.
They all froze as the ball slammed past the opposing libero and bounced off the court. The assistant coach who was refereeing threw his hand down, ruling it in, and Kamasaki whooped.
"Alriiight!"
Moniwa threw his hands up. "Aone, nice kill!" The other boy raised his hands and Moniwa had all of two seconds to remember that this never ended well before Aone slapped him a high ten so hard that it almost knocked him over backwards. He hissed and wrung his hands as Aone walked away.
"I don't know why you keep doing that." Kamasaki sighed, resting a hand on his hip.
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean, why don't you leave high fiving Aone to someone who can actually handle it, like, oh I don't know…me maybe?"
Moniwa crossed his arms, trying to ignore his stinging palms. "No way! What kind of message does that send Aone, if I act like I'm too scared of him to even high five him? It's not like he's trying to be so rough; he just doesn't know his own strength, that's all. Anyways, that was an awesome spike and he deserves a high five from his captain just as much as anyone else on this team."
Kamasaki raised an eyebrow as Moniwa winced and shook his hands out again. "Uh huh." His eyes widened suddenly. "Hey, Aone, wait a sec-"
Moniwa heard a small voice say brightly, "Great job, Aone-sempai!" and turned to see Sakunami's hands raised to give Aone a high five.
"Oh no."
There was a short yelp as the tiny libero went flying. A moment later he lay sprawled out on his back on the gym floor looking stunned. Moniwa cringed and covered his eyes.
"Hey, Kamasaki?"
The other boy tore his horrified gaze away from the scene in front of them. "Y-yeah?"
"That whole thing about you high fiving Aone for me? Maybe you should make that offer to Sakunami instead."
"Yeaah, that's probably a good idea."
Sakunami-sized update only (since chapter 4 isn't done yet and I'm posting a second fic tonight too) but I got to thinking about how if Aone's high fives and chest bumps take out Moniwa and Futakuchi (who is pretty near Aone's size) that they'd probably send Sakunami halfway across the gym. And thus this happened. Also I've been meaning to post this for like 2 months (it's been sitting on my computer, completely finished, since long before chapter 2 was finished lmao) but uhhh motivation where? I don't have any of that sorry.
