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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Alright, I can do it.
Kuroo said it'll be easy.
Just note down everything I see to help them correct themselves.
Pass water bottles.
Towels.
Listen to the coaches.
And observe.
Easy.
Hayami kept repeating that list in her head while waiting for the boys inside the gym.
Coach Nekomata already provided her with a temporary tracksuit, waiting for the personalized one with her name on the back and the little 'manager' stamp on the front.
She was excited when he passed her the jumper with a big smile on his face.
"I'm glad you accepted", he was a man of few words.
"I'm glad you asked me", she was not, but was trying to.
Sat beside Nekomata and Naoi, Hayami was greeted by applause and smiles from all the boys. Kuroo and Kenma kept the secret, and they didn't see the girl sneaking into the gym, so it was a real surprise for them to notice her once again at the coaches' desk.
"Look who's back!", Yaku jogged to her, lifting his palm.
She slammed her hand on his, grinning, "Back to stay!"
"Hell yes, madame!"
Kuroo waved at her from the benches, "Try not to mess up!"
Hayami rolled her eyes, tempted to flip him off.
Kai was the last third year, a bit shyer than the other two, and simply raised a hand, his eyes closed and a sweet close-mouth smile. She smiled back, bowing a little.
Yamamoto came running to her after dropping his bag, jumping, "Yukimura! My Goddess! You'll be with us 'till the end of the year, right?"
She could not reprise her laugh at the nickname, "Yamamoto, you're exaggerating!"
"I'm not! You're perfect in my eyes!", he almost dropped to his knees in front of her, but Fukunaga stopped him from embarrassing himself even more.
"I'm so sorry, and I'm very happy that you're our manager, Yukimura", he politely sent her a smile, dragging his friend towards the court.
Lev and his tall body jogged to her with something in his hands, "Here, Yukimura! I saw it at the supermarket the other day and thought you would like it!"
The keychain looked both small on the boy's hand and big on Hayami's.
It was a little cat plushie with what looked like a rollerblade helmet on his tiny head.
