Bokuto seemed like an endless fountain of energy that everyone from his team drank from. Even with the matches getting more and more taxing the more they play, Bokuto didn't look as if he was slowing down at all. Or showed any signs of slowing down.
Between the sets, he'd look over to Karasuno's side, hoping to catch Tsukishima's eyes looking at him. But he was so engrossed in talking with the setter that he didn't notice. Bokuto didn't mind. It just made smirk slip on his face. This last set will be one to remember.
The last set starts of as usual. Strong serves coming up from both sides. They fumble around a bit because the receive was bad but the toss was good. So Bokuto, of course, aimed and shot. The tingle of spiking is still there, slowly turning his hand numb. Just this last match, just a few more points and they will be done for the day. Then he can spend even more time with his Tsukki.
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Between the sets, he'd look over to Karasuno's side, hoping to catch Tsukishima's eyes looking at him. But he was so engrossed in talking with the setter that he didn't notice. Bokuto didn't mind. It just made smirk slip on his face. This last set will be one to remember.
The last set starts of as usual. Strong serves coming up from both sides. They fumble around a bit because the receive was bad but the toss was good. So Bokuto, of course, aimed and shot. The tingle of spiking is still there, slowly turning his hand numb. Just this last match, just a few more points and they will be done for the day. Then he can spend even more time with his Tsukki.