[ It is something. Niou's grateful for it, though he'll never admit that out loud.
A grin slips onto his mask just before he hits the ball. It's a low shot, one that hits the edge of the net. It crawls partway along the length of the top of the net before pausing, teetering, and then falling toward's Akaya's side of the court.
It's a familiar shot, but it's definitely not his. ]
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A grin slips onto his mask just before he hits the ball. It's a low shot, one that hits the edge of the net. It crawls partway along the length of the top of the net before pausing, teetering, and then falling toward's Akaya's side of the court.
It's a familiar shot, but it's definitely not his. ]