"Ah...he's so annoying." Shiori scrolled through the barrage of texts from Oikawa as he spammed her, questioning her from every single angle. The only reason he was like this was because Ushijima was there, and from what she remembered, Oikawa and Ushijima didn't mix. Or, Oikawa just didn't like Ushijima since the latter doesn't really mind the former.
The reason why Ushijima wanted to walk with Goshiki and her was because he wanted to ask her whether or not it's weird to have their selfie from years ago as a mobile phone wallpaper. He had asked Tendou, and he had said that it was strange but also not really, but he wanted another opinion so he sought her out, even after the selfies they took with the others after their volleyball session.
That's actually kind of cute, Shiori chuckled when she remembered.
It was a good memory to hang out with them, especially after talking with the coaches afterwards. Coach Akira was alright, but Coach Washijou was a whole other story, even after seeing her capabilities.
It's not to say that he said anything about subpar abilities - Washijou actually praised Shiori when it came to serves, but then talked down everything else, asking if serves were the only thing she could do, and that if she only did this she'd be on the bench forever as a pinch server. Otherwise, if she did other plays she could make it as a libero.
So even afterwards, Washijou didn't change his stance, and left a distasteful feeling in her mouth after talking.
Damn, I'm still pissed. Shiori crossed her arms, glaring at the phone in front of her. How dare Washijou talk down to people who aren't as tall in the volleyball field?
What, so a libero is always supposed to be short? What kind of bullshit is that? She scoffed, rolling her eyes. She wasn't too fond of that idea, as there were many types of people who could play the position of libero, for example.
"Well, at least that was the only day I needed to go to the training camp." Shiori sighed to herself, shaking her head and ridding herself of any negative thoughts and emotions. She didn't like thinking about Washijou and the situation there, but she was thankful she was able to teach a thing or two when it came to volleyball serves.
It was pretty well received, she realised. After the receiving session, some had come up to her to ask how they could improve their serves. Even one of their pinch servers, Semi Eita, came along to ask some questions.
Shiori remembered him from the games of Shiratorizawa she'd watched, and thought his serves looked great already. Of course, there were other things they talked about, especially when it came to technique, and in the end they discussed a lot about the topic and how Semi could improve the trajectory and technique so it's harder to catch.
I should tell Akaashi how I went.
The sudden thought popped up into Shiori's head as she stared into space. She ignored Oikawa's messages and went straight to Akaashi's personal chat, typing a message straight away.
"Oikawa can wait." She murmured, almost chuckling at the expression and whining she could imagine the captain doing.
Shiratorizawa training camp, done! Went well, the boys there know their stuff, very productive! 👍
It was around 9pm, which wasn't too late nor too early, but she wondered whether Fukurodani was still doing their training camp. After all, they were held around the same time.
Maybe, actually...Bokuto would probably want to have some exercise after dinner, and knowing the Nekoma and probably Karasuno players, they might join? She thought for a moment, question marks appearing in her head when she tried to imagine who the Karasuno volleyball players were.
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égoïste [Akaashi Keiji]
Fanfic「 When he saw it again, he wasn't sure if he was dreaming」 Maebara Shiori is a third year student attending Fukurodani Academy in Tokyo. She's friendly, cheerful and somewhat blunt with honesty, living what she calls a 'normal life' as a high school...