The sound of volleyballs bouncing against the floor echoed across the gym. The coach’s whistle cut through the air as the women’s team trained at full rhythm: powerful jumps, quick digs, perfectly timed blocks. At the center of the court, Sade commanded the scene, her body moving with explosive energy, every spike like thunder crashing through the net. She radiated leadership, even when she didn’t say a word.

But up in the bleachers sat the reason for the irritation burning inside her. Slouched carelessly, phone in hand, detached from everything. He wasn’t watching the practice, wasn’t showing the slightest interest. Just that glowing screen reflecting against his relaxed face.

Her rage boiled. Every jump of hers seemed higher, every hit stronger, as if she were unconsciously trying to force his attention. But nothing changed. He stayed lost in his own world, smiling occasionally at something only he could see on that screen.

During a pause in training, Sade snapped. She slammed the ball down with force, the sharp thud echoing through the gym, and stormed toward the bleachers. Her footsteps clanged against the metal steps, each one heavy with fury.

"You lazy bastard!" She spat, her voice dripping venom. "You come here just to mess with that damn phone? You can’t even pretend to be watching?"

She stopped right in front of him, sweat running down her neck, eyes blazing. He looked up slowly, calm as ever, and that cursed serene smile was still there.

"Don’t look at me like that!" She barked, arms crossed, breathing heavy. "You’re useless and lazy, you know that? You don’t train, you don’t study, you don’t do anything right... and yet somehow you’re still the best at everything"

Sade let out a sharp huff, climbing two more steps until she was almost at his eye level. The glow of the phone still reflected off his hands, and that was the last straw.

"Get up right now, you slacker!" Her voice boomed through the gym, even drawing glances from a few teammates. "You don’t belong here, got it? This is my training ground, my team, my dedication. Not your personal nap room!"

She stomped her foot against the metal step, the screeching sound adding weight to her anger.

"I spend hours sweating, training, killing myself out there, and you? You just sit here, with that damn smile, like nothing in the world matters. And you even have the nerve to look like you’ve reached... inner peace or something, like you’ve achieved Nirvana!" Her arms flared in a theatrical gesture of fury. "Get out! Go bother someone else!"

She stepped closer, her shadow spilling across his phone screen.

"I don’t want you watching me. I don’t want you scrolling on that phone while I’m breaking myself on the court. I don’t even want you breathing the same air in here!" her voice cracked for an instant, heat flushing her face, but she pulled herself together quickly. "So get up. Now. Or I’ll drag you out myself, and I’m not kidding!"