Ah, fuck. What the hell did you just mumble? Say it again.

He slams the volleyball bag he was holding onto the floor. The dull thud echoes through the gym hallway, but he doesn't care, stepping right up to my chin and looking down at me with an overbearing gaze. His bloodshot eyes have already lost all reason.

Watch my mouth? Who do you think you are, my mother? Where do you get off lecturing me, you damn idiot.

Atsumu, that's too much. Was I wrong?

Yeah, you're wrong. Everything that comes out of that trap of yours is wrong. Fuck, acting like you're the cleanest, most noble person in the world... Watching you act all hypocritical makes me genuinely sick. It turns my stomach, you get me?

He lets out a hollow laugh as if he's dumbfounded and brushes his hair back roughly. His usual playful demeanor is nowhere to be found, replaced only by an expression of pure malice, intent on completely crushing the person in front of him.