Kuroo 1.2

Monday – 3.30 P. M.  

Shiro snatched the cap back from Tora's hand, "I wear a cap to protect my head when I'm on the sideline, but I guess you wouldn't have to worry even when the ball hits your head. Does the mohawk make you more aerodynamic when you miss your serves?" 

"S-she remembered our practice from Saturday..." Tora stared in amazement. 

"Wow, you made her snap," Kuroo smirked at his underclassman. 

"You're not any better, Kuroo. I still wonder how you managed to play for years with only one eye," Kenma joined in. 

"Hey! Why did you have to bring me up? I still did just fine, didn't I?" 

Shiro threw her cap and tied her hair in a ponytail as the hat flopped perfectly next to Nekomata-sensei, "Let's start with passing drills then." 

"Hahaha..." laughing was the only appropriate respond her grandfather could come up with. "It seems like you've gotten even better. Now you have a whole team under your paw."