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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"How did you find this place?"
"Instagram."
"Oh," Kenma slurped more of his cold soba, sitting under the blue neon light of the little restaurant, "it's good though."
Hayami had half of her meal in a napkin and fell in the moment she tried to sit down, making her squeal, and Kenma genuinely laughed at the scene, "Lucky me! It could've been damn shitty."
"I never trust Instagram's posts," Kenma revealed, gulping down, "or at least, not after Kuroo took us to the most disgusting ice cream place last summer."
His stomach twisted just at remembering those horrible days after that ice cream.
"Why? What happened?", without smooching her hair inside the soba, she finally finished her last bite, patiently waiting for her friend.
Kenma smirked, "Ask Yaku. He's better than me telling the story."
"Oh, I know, Yaku is a great storyteller," she took her knees near her chest, placing her chin on them, "but I want you to tell me."
They sat near each other on the sidewalk, just a few centimeters away from the place's entrance, the sun already set and the only light of the sign to enlighten them, leaving Kenma to have some difficulty comprehending Hayami's expression. The light was behind her, making her hair look bluer than the bluest sea, but her eyes were hidden in the dark.
He was the one in the spotlight for once.
And Hayami adored it.
Under that blue neon, Kenma seemed like a character who came out straight from a videogame, his long hair out of his face just because he couldn't eat properly, letting that messy bun be the most attractive thing Hayami had ever seen on a boy.
"But I'm not that funny", he tried to change her mind.
"I don't care."
But he had to wait in line to do that, 'cause she was damn stubborn.
"Alright," he stared at an undefined point while talking, "so, huh, it was June, I think, and Kuroo threw a tantrum 'cause he must tried this new place and we must've accompanied him."
Hayami was already smiling, watching Kenma's annoyed expression transforming into a disgusted one.
"Long story short, we went," he shook his head, "we were the only customers, by the way. And we ordered some big ice cream cups. The firsts three bites were okay, but the situation started to go south twenty minutes later," the memory started to picture in his mind, "the first one running home was Tora. And then Fukunaga set up an excuse to leave. Kai was the next one. No third year came, luckily. In the end it was just me, Kuroo and Yaku," he could clearly see Kuroo's expression the moment he realized how hard it would be to arrive home without shitting his pants, "I swear, the moment Yaku said he had to run to the bathroom very quick, was the same as Kuroo. They both stood up and there was only one stall," that was actually funny, "so, Kuroo lost at paper, rock, scissor and had to ask the cute girl behind the counter if he could use their personal bathroom. She said no, but the sound coming from Yaku in the opposite room, made her move and shove a key into Kuroo's hands," he was chuckling now, mostly because Hayami was laughing her ass off, "worst afternoon of my life. We stayed there for hours."
