There is something about Shirabu Kenjirou that outright pisses Semi off.

Semi is normally a calm person. He gets along with the rest of the team just fine, even with the ever
meddling Tendou Satori and the stoic, hard-to-get-along-with Ushijima Wakatoshi (whom he'd punched
in the face back in first year for being an insensitive asshole after Semi got told off by Coach Washijou;
he later found out that Ushijima wasn't mocking or chastising him for making them lose against Aoba
Johsai during that year's Interhigh, it was just the way he speaks and expresses himself. His inability to
read the atmosphere and grasp things outside of volleyball had taken quite a lot to get used to, but Semi
had mostly gotten over whatever issue he had with Ushiwaka in the past, and now deeply respects him
as a spiker and the ace of Shiratorizawa. Of course, there were still times where Semi would rather tear
the roots of his hair off than deal with Ushijima who has an emotional capacity of a block of wood; and
that won't probably change anytime soon). Despite not being the team's main setter, he has garnered
the respect of both his seniors and juniors alike for his skills on the court, as well as for having a level
head on his shoulders whenever the team encountered a pinch.

Well, mostly all of them, of course. All except for one Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi's rival in the setter position.

For as long as he'd known Shirabu, the second year had never looked at him past beyond contempt and
dislike. Semi himself may or may not have a hand in it. Last year, just before that year's Spring
Tournament, after Coach Washijou had informed him that he would no longer be playing the main
setter of the team, he'd been livid. He realized then, that Coach Washijou's candidate for the position
had been that bratty first year, Shirabu, who, with his shitty hair and intelligence and good setter skills
earned him the position Semi had been lusting after since he was a first year.

He had been furious. Bursting-at-the-seams and steam-coming-out-of-his-ears furious. So to blow off

some of that steam, he'd stayed after practice under the guise of improving his killer serves. Tendou had
raised an eyebrow each time the ball slammed on the plastic bottles lined on the opposite of the net,
and had commented, drily, "If those bottles were people, they'd be corpses by now, Semi-Semi, with
how you practically murder them with your serves. I get that you're angry because of our loss, but you
really need to control the power of your serves. If someone were to accidentally walk in, well...you
wouldn't want to get arrested for homicide, would you?"

Having gotten used to Tendou's bullshit, he'd also gotten better at ignoring him and his tasteless jokes.
However, he shouldn't have underestimated the redhead, who always seem to want to get under his
skin at any given opportunity. Tendou was shit like that. "Hmm...