[There's a bitter, chilling, almost venomous, laugh that Tooru can't hold back as he listens. It's not like Ushijima to lie, not even when someone is upset and could do with some comfort, which is... Regretfully, something that he finds somewhat admirable, despite infuriating in the moment. So, why now, of all times, is the man in front of him choosing to lie about losing to him? The age he can get over, Iwaizumi's younger than him somehow, so it's not his first rodeo there.

Which is how his entire being goes from the mess of emotions to a cold fury, a quiet volcano that could blow at any given moment, taking one dangerous step forward. Though not quite up in Ushijima's face, yet.]

Didn't take you for a liar, you must have picked up some people skills by some point. But honestly Ushijima, cut the shit. Me, win against you? I've dreamed about it, for YEARS, but it's just that. A DREAM. Argentina's National Team isn't a bad team but if Japan's cannon is on it with Tobio-chan? As if.

You don't need to lie to me to make me feel better or some other excuse.