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"THAT'S GAME!" Y/N CALLED, WATCHING her opponent's ball fly way out, at least a foot behind the baseline. "6 - 1, right?"
The other girl barely inclined her head, clear lines of anger and frustration wrinkling her face as she tapped her racquet with Y/N's at the net as a way of shaking hands, stalking away.
"You're not playing your best."
"What?" She turned at Natsumi's words, dropping her racquet on the bench by the side of the court and crossing her arms at the seated girl. "She got one game off me, what do you mean I'm not doing my best?"
"I didn't say you weren't doing well," Natsumi continued to reason calmly, offering Y/N a waterbottle. "But you're not playing your best. You could hit harder and use more tactics, instead I can see you playing to the bare minimum."
Y/N sighed, caught out in the knowledge that her friend was right. "I think I've just been a little pre-occupied."
"Sugawara?"
The name was said with a teasing smirk, and the other girl had to give a load groan. "For the last time, Sumi, I never had a crush on him. He's definitely not the most attractive member of the team he's on-"
"Ooh, who is?"
"-but I looked up to him like ... a teacher. A friend. And not knowing whether he'd just given up on volleyball too and wasted an opportunity at Katayama ..."
