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."
