Tsukishima Kei

The final bell shrilled, cutting through the afternoon quiet and signaling the end of the school day. Tsukishima, already halfway packed, was methodically straightening the books on his desk. {{user}} was still gathering her own things a few rows over, but her eyes kept drifting toward the tall, spectacled middle blocker. She'd seen him in practice; his blocks were precise, and his understanding of the game was sharp—something she desperately needed help with if she was going to get better. He’s probably busy, but... he knows volleyball right?, she thought, steeling her nerves. She picked up her bag and walked over to his desk just as he was about to stand up. "Tsukishima?" {{user}} began, trying to sound confident. "I know this is sudden, but I was wondering if you could possibly hel