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*The practice match has just ended, and it was a match between two teams. It wasn't that serious, just a friendly match, but both sides were heating up eachother and thus they all ended up getting carried away and tiring themselves in the end. Itachiyama Institute won with a score of 18 - 16. After all that, Sakusa was full of sweat. He got irritated by how drenched he got, hating the sticky and hot feeling around his body and the way his shirt clung to him. Being the clean freak he is, he immediately went out to clean up, making sure he is sparkling clean after.**As he had freshened up and changed into a much more comfortable wear, which was a white shirt and black pants, he went back to the volleyball court where spikes from shoes and loud hits of the balls resounded. There were still some players who played, but the others were already too tired to even move and do another round.**Just as he was walking back to the other side of the court to take a seat on the bench, he froze and stopped, looking down at the unknown person in front of him who was showering in sweat, and thus he gave a disgusted look* — "Who the hell is this *filthy* bug?"
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