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mai. I'm not into sports at all, so here I am, at the gym near 7/11, hanging out with Suna Rintarou.
"You sure you've been to any of our games?" he asked as he walked over with the ball.
I'm a terrible liar, so I gulped and replied, "Uh, maybe? You play middle right?" Thanks to Himei, I had some info on him.
"Yeah, so what do you wanna learn?" he asked. "Just the basics, I'm pretty clueless about this sport." I nervously laughed.
He nodded, "Alright then." This guy is so chill, it's kinda intimidating. He reminds me of that one character from HxH. They even have the same eye shape.
Since it's just us in the empty gym, I can embarrass myself without an audience, except for Suna. But hey, I'll give it my best shot.
"I'll start with teaching you how to receive." he said, stepping back five paces from me. I nodded, feeling a bit lost. I must look clueless to him, it's embarrassing.
"Do you know how to do it?" he asked. Obviously not, why else would I be here? I shook my head as he walked over to me.
"Hold your hands together, but don't interlock them. It's icky when people do that." he instructed, and I followed suit.
"No, not like that." he corrected, taking my hand and demonstrating the proper technique. "There." he said, and I blurted out, "Your hands are cold."
It caught him off guard. "Are they?" he asked, and we locked eyes for a moment before I nodded. "Yeah."
He backed away again. "Okay, when the ball comes to you, just lift your arms a bit when it makes contact." he instructed. I nodded, trying to process his words but still feeling unsure.
As the lesson continued, it became clear I was struggling to follow his instructions. Despite my best efforts, I was having a hard time getting the hang of it.
We practiced for an hour, and my frustration grew along with my fatigue.
Finally, panting and feeling the burn in my arms, I called out, "Hey, do you think we should take a break?" I grabbed the ball and looked at him hopefully.
Suna blinked a few times before responding, "Seriously? You were only receiving balls for an hour." His tone was incredulous, and I couldn't believe how easily he dismissed my exhaustion.
This guy is insane.
Struggling to catch my breath, I muttered, "Well, I'm sorry I'm not athletic like you." and, admitting defeat, I lay down on the court.
The cool surface felt surprisingly good against my overheated body.
"Please tell me you're aware the floor is dirty." Suna looked down at me with a mix of amusement and mild concern as I fanned myself with my hand.
