If someone would've told Hayami that she'd became the manager of a volleyball team she wouldn't have believed them.
And there she was.
Becoming a manager, a teammate, a friend, a sister.
But mostly, an ice skater.
A strong one.
A National Star.
She...
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"Of course you skated here, of course!", Kuroo waved at Hayami, watching her coming closer and closer while giggling.
She was beautiful without her school uniform and her style was absolutely amazing; she had some light blue linen pants, matching rollers blades, and a white tank top with a blue shirt above it, not a single button buttoned up. Her hair was free except for some little braids before her face. She had a cute tote bag that was clearly painted by the hand of someone not used to drawing on fabric, in different shades of blue, obviously.
"They were only 30 minutes!", Hayami stepped on the break right in front of the boy, carefully stepping on his white shoes.
Kuroo had a nice pair of black baggy jeans and a graphic black and white t-shirt, making his outfit super cool and matched.
She was surprised: she never thought the captain was into fashion.
"You dress nice, Kuroo!"
His shoulders dropped, "Don't say it with such a surprised tone!"
With the blades she gathered 10 centimeters so she could almost see his eyes without breaking her neck, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to offend you!"
"I was joking, Yukimura."
"Yup, me too, I'm hella surprised for real."
He rolled his eyes and lifted his hands, "You win, jeez! I already have Kenma to bully me, y'know? Didn't need another one!"
Hayami laughed, "C'mon, captain! I have something to tell you once we're inside!"
The girl followed Kuroo to the front door, where he pressed his fingertip on the bell, a long loud noise that scared Kenma.
He would never be used to Kuroo's heavy finger on that damn doorbell.
"Good evening, Kenma!", he greeted his friends, passing him and kicking off his shoes, like it was his home.
"Hi", Kenma waved at the duo, annoyingly watching Kuroo making his way to the kitchen.
"Didn't know he was the owner", Hayami joked, winking at the youngest.
Kenma's eyes returned to her, finding her figure taller than usual.
She pointed at her feet, "Rollers!"
"Wait here, I'll go get one of my mom's slippers", he informed her, sliding down the hall.
"Where are you going?", Kuroo shouted.
"To get slippers for Hayami."
"And you left her alone outside the door?"
Kenma turned on his heels, marching back to the girl, his face red.
Hayami kept smiling all the conversation, "You could've left me here, I don't mind!"
But Kenma was determined to be a good host, "Just come inside."
