[KAGEYAMA TOBIO squints at his phone screen, his eyebrows knitted together and mouth pinched in a frown. A stranger would think him irritated, but his friends know he is just uncertain. Flanking either side of him are HOSHIUMI KOURAI and MIYA ATSUMU. Atsumu looks amused, while Hoshiumi pats Kageyama's shoulder comfortingly. This is, after all, their fifth take of what is meant to be the first scene of the video.]
KAGEYAMA: What's wrong with saying, "I'm passing the phone to Miya Atsumu"? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?
HOSHIUMI: You're not supposed to say their name, Kageyama! You're supposed to describe them in a way that's funny. So, like, if I were passing it to Hinata, I'd say, "I'm passing the phone to someone who ditched us to go play in the sand for two years!"
HINATA, HIS VOICE DISTANT OFF-SCREEN: HEY!
ATSUMU: I guess I’m just so great that there’s nothin’ bad to say about me, huh, Tobio?
[Kageyama’s gaze goes slack for a minute—it’s obvious he’s thinking about something. Then he looks directly into the camera.]
KAGEYAMA: I’m passing the phone to someone who lost to me in Kuroo-san's JVA-sponsored poll of who the sexiest setter was.
ATSUMU, LUNGING FOR THE PHONE: OI—
— excerpt from a fic where japan's national volleyball team tries to make a pr video, but everything goes wrong
