[You aren't special. Those are words Shouyou's had more than enough to get used to, heard way too often recently. Back home, on the Nationals court, those words would've rolled off his back like water, only made him all the more hungry to prove everyone wrong. Here, when he's still reeling from the idea that the only Nationals game he'd played is his last, they get under his skin and itch like nothing else. That little shove from Iwaizumi is all it takes to set him off.]

I know that! [With a snarl, Shouyou lunges forward, grabbing Iwaizumi's collar this time. He bares his teeth, looking every bit like the feral monster Tendou had called him.]

What does being special have to do with any of this?! I don't know you or anyone else here! Am I supposed to just trust you and accept that there's nothing I can do?!