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'm so tired!"
"Man, same."
"Swear I could sleep a whole week after today."
"I wanted to play too!"
"Stop repeating it, Lev, your voice is hurting my damn ears."
"And my head too", Kenma was sprawled half on his futon, half on Kuroo's, playing on his Nintendo with Hayami.
"Maybe it's that console!", Yaku bent, sneaking what Kenma was doing, "Is this Yukimura?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't we invite her here?", Kai proposed, "We could stay together this last night outside Tokyo!"
Inuoka and Fukunaga bump-fisted the air, "LET'S GO!"
Kenma's nose twisted, "Leave her alone, jeez. She doesn't need to hear you all snoring."
Kuroo rolled his eyes, not caring about his best friend's words, "I'm going to get her."
"W-wait, Kuroo!", Yamamoto was red from head to toe, "A...a girl...in our room?!"
"Yeah, what's wrong?", he had his hand already on the slide door, "It's Mura we're talking about."
The ace didn't have an answer, but suddenly, he felt like throwing up.
The first time Hayami sat at their table at lunch, he saw in her a sort of goddess sent from up above. She was a girl. A pretty girl. And she was kind.
And then she became their manager, realizing all his teenage dreams.
So, despite the fact he was conscious of how difficult it was for him to talk with hot girls, he did his best to act normal in front of her. He thought he handled it pretty well, pretending some slips didn't happen, but now that she was about to come into their room, he felt all his blood running here and there, not able to flow correctly.
How his friends were able to be so nonchalant with her?
They considered her ugly and talked to her like she was a bro?
Impossible.
Maybe Yaku saw her like a little sis, sure, but for the other Hayami was beautiful.
Still.
So fucking normal around her.
How?
Even the most antisocial one of them was cool with her.
He peeped at Kenma, who was still playing, completely unbothered.
In the end, he gave up, "Yeah, sure. It's Yuki."
"Good," Kuroo moved towards Hayami's bedroom, knocking lightly, "I know you're up. C'mon, sleepover!"
