Curls, Freckles & Volleyball

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During the past days, a number of specific scenes took place.

The type I could never recover from for a lifetime.

Initially, a clear goal was set at the start of this week where I decided to maintain the standard quality of a respectable human in society by being polite enough to introduce myself to the ridiculously gorgeous managers in this camp and unlike what I stubbornly made myself to believe, it wasn't horrible or awkward at all.

The introduction was conveniently done when all the girls were gathered in the room we shared to place their belongings and from there it took off.

I was pleasantly surprised by how welcoming, positive and nice each and every one of them were.

It's not like I'm deprived of the average dose of kindness from strangers, but they were all so gorgeous and familiar with one another. I didn't expect they'd go as far as link arms with me and drag me along with them everywhere, especially the Fukurodani managers.

Fine specimens those two are.

As the managers of a powerhouse school with one of the nation's top 5 aces on their team, I've learned a great deal from their experience and methods in the ways of managing. I've also had the pleasure of meeting some of their members, mainly the setter and the hyperactive captain/ace.

There were some members from other teams I had mingled with, but nothing deep as everyone was too focused on practice and Nekoma demanded all my attention.

However when I wasn't too occupied with the team's games, their progress and members or helping around during the meals, I've had the pleasure of going through these embarrassingly unforgettable scenes.

Scene 1:

"Excuse me, have you seen Karasuno?" a player from Fukurodani with an undercut brown hair asked me as I was going through the team's scores on a notepad.

"They're doing the penguin slides," I replied instantly and regretted just as instantly as I robotically turned to give my undivided attention to the embarrassment I put myself through.

"The what?" naturally, the astonished human questioned.

"Dives, haha!" I nodded, raising a hand while still releasing a string of fake laughter and sliding out of that horrible situation with strangers who'll admire my competence and intelligence as Nekoma's manager.

I tried. I tried to fix it but it's futile.

Before I could be completely out of earshot, however, I heard an approaching guy ask the the brown haired member, "Komiyan~! What did she say?"

"They're doing the penguin slides, Sarukui!" 'Komiyan' answered with a barely suppressed giggle.

"What penguin slides? You mean dives?"