He was casually walking to the club room when he heard something he never thought he would have to hear. Finally, he'd had Enough and decided it was in time for a change of pace.
(Sry this story's literal trash, but your comments had me dyin'.💀🤣😂...
On the plane, he decided to change my number and delete my socials and make new ones so nobody will contact me.
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Later Japan hello America for the next two months. Time to fuck shit up.😏
After the plane landed He got off the plane and grabbed his luggage. He went to find his driver. His mom couldn't come because she's at work and Natsu's at a sleepover. "SHOYO!" a burly man yelled, successfully grabbing his attention. He then walked towards him and put my luggage in the trunk of the limo and proceeds to open the door for me. "Thank you sir. May I ask your name?" He thanked in his perfect english. " Oh. Um, you're welcome sir, and my name is Zen. Sorry for not telling you sooner young master." He replies bowing. It was weird to Shoyo having a twenty-something year old guy bowing to a kid. "Woah sir. You don't have to be so formal. We're buds now so just chill. I get it's your job, but you deserve some respect too. Don't bow to me just because you're payed to. It makes me feel bad." He replied. Surprise was evident on Zen's face. "Thank you youn- er - Shoyo. I've never been respected in this manner." He replied, clearly awe-struck. "Of course Zen. Now, let's go home, shall we?" He replied respectfully. "Ah- yes. Sorry." And with that, he made it to his temporary home.
It was a big house. It looked kind of Victorian. But he didn't mind. When he went to his room, it was exactly like his old room
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He will be meeting his instructor the next day. Seeing as it's around ten at night, he decided to take a shower and head to bed and was super excited for the following day.
Shoyo woke up the next day, got into his new volleyball gear, and headed to the spot where he was supposed to meet his instructor at the beach.
He gets to the beach and decides to call his instructor to see where he's at. Just as it starts to ring, he bumped into someone with a ringing phone. He looked up to see... "GAVIN SCHMITT!!" He whisper yelled in absolute admiration. (A/N gavin is a famous Canadian volleyball player. I thought it'd be cool.) He has sandy blonde hair and is tall and fit. "You must be Shoyo," he replied. "Yeah. I'm Shoyo, nice to meet you. Thank you so much for teaching me volleyball! My 'team' back in Japan said I was horrible at everything and I'm determined to prove them wrong. I'll work really hard sir!" He replied with determination and stars in his eyes. "That's good to hear! Now let's go to the outdoor court and show me what you can do."
When they arrived at the court, they then began with recieves. Shoyo barely digs it up. And, Gavin was holding back. "You're recieves need work. Anyways, show me your spike."Gavin said, giving feed back and instructions. Shoyo's eyes lit up at the thought of a spike, and this didn't go unnoticed by Gavin. Gavin and Shoyo got into position and as the blonde instructor was ready to set set, Shoyo had lept off of the ground like a bird taking flight and spiked the ball perfectly to the other side. Gavin gawked in awe for a minute before being interrupted by a nervous Shoyo. "Um, Coach? Was it that bad?" Gavin snapped out of it. "No! To be perfectly honest, I was in awe. You looked like you were a bird taking flight!" Gavin reassured, still awestruck. "Really!?" Shoyo asked, having not been praised in a long time. Gavin nodded in response and they continued until they finished assessing what Shoyo needs to improve upon. (A/N I don't own any photos in this story.)
