Date written: August 5th, 2016.

The ball balances atop the small space at the very top of the net, teetering from side to side, before falling to the opposite end of the court with a brief bounce.

She frowns, hands on her hips as she looks toward the boy. He scowls deeply, crossing his arms across his torso.

"...Was that even counted as a point?" She asks, pursing her lips. A larger-than-expected hand ruffles her short brown hair, and she - like her redheaded friend - scowls, glancing up at her tall sibling. "Nii-san, I told you to stop that."

Azumane Asahi grins sheepishly, rubbing at the nape of his neck as he looks down at his younger sister. "Sorry, Hitori."

The boy - Nakamura Keiji - runs a hand through his hair as he walks towards the abandoned volleyball ball, picking up as he looks towards the siblings. "Why can't I get it right..?" He grumbles, bouncing the ball upon the gravel twice, before fumbling after it.

It rolls to a stop by the girl's feet, and she bends to pick it up, feeling the weight of the ball upon her fingertips before she lets it fly up a few centimeters above her left palm, hitting it with her right fist and letting it sail through the air. It cuts cleanly over the top of the net, falling square in the middle of the opposing court.

"..You didn't have to show me how perfect your underhand serve is, Tori," he mutters, narrowing his eyes.

She smiles.

...and that's it.