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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"Remember," Kuroo's low voice was the only one they were hearing in the little circle, "never stop flowing. Keep moving. Keep bringing in the oxygen, so that our 'brain' can operate at his best," the boys' hand launched in the air, "LET'S GO!"
"YEAH!"
"Kuroo," Kenma sighed, calling his friend, "can we stop that speech thingy? It's embarrassing."
"Why? What's wrong with it?", Yamamoto grinned at his fellow teammate, "It's all about establishing the mood, man!"
"It's a great way to get us pumped and ready to play", Kai tried to defend Kuroo.
"See?", Kuroo brought Hayami into the conversation, pulling her braid, "Am I right, Mura?"
Since meeting Karasuno's girl, she seemed disconnected, so he was doing his best to put her back on her usual determinate stance.
Clicking her pen open, she turned to the boys, her little fist in front of her, "Can't blame Kenma for being embarrassed, but you're not completely wrong."
The captain bump-fisted her, briefly hugging her head before running to the court.
Yaku did the same, flashing her his usual grin.
Inuoka grabbed her fist and shook it, making her giggle.
Fukunaga pretended not to see her and then came back, hitting her shoulder with his own instead of the bump.
Kai was delicate with her, as always, keeping a smile on her face.
Yamamoto needed to be extra and wanted to make her laugh at all costs; he raised her palm and slammed his hand on it, faking a spike.
"Thanks for being here!", he bowed, returning to his feet.
Hayami battled her eyes, laughing at his crazy side.
He noticed how her expression fell when he made such stupid comments about Karasuno's manager and promised himself he would never do it again in front of her. Hayami was splendid and the last thing he wanted was to upset her like he did that morning.
"And I'm sorry...", he whispered, looking into her big eyes.
Her lips almost quivered, "Oh, Yamamoto..."
"You're my favorite manager!"
Their eyes were about to fill with tears, so they quickly sniffed and hugged each other to avoid an unpleasant outcome.
"Just go!", she pushed him towards the rest of the boys, chuckling.
"Yes, ma'am."
Her heart was a bit lighter knowing that beauty wasn't the only characteristic Yamamoto and the other took into consideration.
"Uhm, if we don't do this the game won't start..."
Hayami heard the little voice of her setter talking beside her, his open palm ready for her to hit it.
