[Club hours are long over and the aged janitor is brooking absolutely no argument when it comes to kicking Bokuto out of the gym so he can finish cleaning and lock the place up. Bokuto has barely five minutes to collect his belongings and snag a practice volleyball before he's unceremoniously shoved out into the cool evening air. He makes about two blocks away before he gives into the urge to perform one last practice serve.
Dumping his bag onto the grassy ground, he tosses, jumps, hits the ball squarely with the palm of his hand with a resounding smack—and then proceeds to warble loudly when he sees it hurtling through the air towards an unlucky passerby.]
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Dumping his bag onto the grassy ground, he tosses, jumps, hits the ball squarely with the palm of his hand with a resounding smack—and then proceeds to warble loudly when he sees it hurtling through the air towards an unlucky passerby.]
Haaah?! Watch out!