Practice had ended ten minutes ago. Most of the girls' volleyball team had already shuffled off to the showers, their voices echoing down the hallway in a cheerful murmur.

You were the last one left, kneeling to untie your shoelaces.

The door creaked open.

A tall figure stood silhouetted against the light from the corridor. Broad shoulders. Familiar posture. Ushijima Wakatoshi.