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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"I don't get it."
"It's easy."
"Doesn't make sense to me," she slurped her matcha, "that's why I can't be the best at math! I don't understand it, I just memorize stuff and report them on paper."
Kenma's shoulders slumped down, "How do you manage to keep your grades high?"
Hayami smiled, "I'm smart, pretty boy."
He knew she was.
"Alright, let's try this way," Kenma tapped his pen on her math book, "this is the task. This is the formula. Now, try to think about applying it in a real-life situation..."
"A real-life situation?"
"Ice skating," he blurted out, "the jumps, the velocity, the balance. Everything is both physics and math. It's a study. Try to formulate a graphic using two things you, or perfectly know, figure skating related."
Hayami leaned back on the armchair, tilting her head.
Did he have to use her sport to make her think? She was so down bad for it?
The answer was yes.
She knew.
It was embarrassing.
But still, if that could be helpful, she should give it a try.
Hayami took her blue pen and started writing down, tongue stuck between her teeth, fully concentrated on the task.
She failed the first two and got right the others, but using her memory technique, not the logic, as Kenma asked.
She was determined to do her best and succeed at that last one.
Kenma was finishing his homework too, his eyes flickering from time to time towards Hayami, noticing how she was writing, then canceling, drawing strange lines, and then canceling them too, no sounds coming out of her at all.
He loosened the tie's knot of his uniform, asking himself why he put that back after practice.
Today is too hot outside, he grunted, leaving the pen on the table and using a hair tie to wrap his hair in a low bun.
Then he pecked at Hayami one more time; she changed back into the skirt and white shirt of the uniform too, but she avoided putting on the tie or the vest. Her long blue-black hair was nicely done. Two little braids were falling on both sides of her face, leaving only her bangs to cover her forehead. The rest was free, wavy, and quite long. So long they were covering half of her school's materials.
He noticed he was staring at her the moment she moved, and he snapped out of his trance.
"Check this out, Kenma!", she slid her notebook in front of the boy, proud, "I think it's good now."
