A new school arrives at a training camp with the volleyball teams. However they are on another level, espically their manager. Will the other teams be able to break through their exterior or will the new team continue to conquer and destroy.
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"I'm leaving." (Y/n) said placing her hands on the table and lifting herself up, carrying her tray of barely touched food in her hands.
"What?" Shiroto looked at her with a quirked eyebrow.
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"You barely touched your food." Ichiro said, trying to get the girl to sit down and get her daily nutrition. "Sit and finish your food (y/n)-Chan."
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(Y/n) brushed them off. "I'm not hungry." She then pushed the tray of food to Ayame. "You can have it. I'm going back inside."
"(Y/n)." She rolled her eyes as she turned her head to the team captain.
"What do you want Yamazaki." She growled.
"You need to eat. You won't be able to eat anything until dinner." He said.
"I don't need shit." She sighed running a hand through her hair, "the thought of food makes me sick right now. I'll eat at dinner I just need some time to myself." She inhaled sharply and walked out of the cafeteria, eyes following her figure as the doors slammed closed.
Hideki sighed, stabbing his chopsticks into his food, looking down with tired eyes, "Shes probably just worried about Nanami coming next week."
Ichiro grimaced, standing up and giving everyone a close eyes smile, "sorry about her she's a bit stressed. I hope you understand." As a chorus of nods and it's okay came from the rest of the teams.
Kenma sat down on the steps outside of the gym pressing his thumbs down on his console.
"Damn it." He grumbled as the screen turned red. "This is the 5th time, why can't I defeat him." He growled lowly glaring down at the screen.
He once again restarted the level, exhaling and taking a deep breath, straightening his back to start once more. His cat like eyes glared down at the screen as the final boss appeared once more.
With determination in his eyes his thumbs pressed down heavily on the buttons, only for a loud slam to cut him off.
The console fumbled in his hands as he tried his best to stabilize his hands to catch his video game.