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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"HELL YEEEAH, SHOYO!"
"HELL YEEEAH! WE WERE GREAT!"
"I BET YOU WERE!"
"AMAZING!"
"HOW WAS IT?!"
"THERE WAS THIS GUY! WHO'S TALL! TALLER THAN KUROO-SAN! TALLER THAN TSUKISHIMA! TALLER THAN A TOWER!"
"NO WAY!"
"YES, MA'AM!"
"BUT WERE YOU ABLE TO SURPASS HIM?"
"YEEEEESIR!"
"MAAAN! I WOULD'VE LOVED TO SEE THAT!"
"I KNOW! I WANTED YOU THERE TOO! BET YOU WOULD'VE BEEN PROUD!"
"BUT I'M ALREADY PROUD!"
"THANK YOU!"
Kenma could listen to their screams even if he were wearing big headphones over his ears.
"Hey, shrimpy, how was Tsukki?", Kuroo pecked over the screen, waving at the Karasuno's middle blocker, squeezing on the bed beside Hayami.
"OH! Kuroo-san!", Shoyo was extremely excited to see him too, "He was on fire! Tsukishima, come and say hello!", they saw the boy run, the screen suddenly flipping on the outside, framing Tsukishima with a disgusted face trying to walk far away from Shoyo.
"Who's that?", he fixed his glasses on his nose, noticing two familiar people waving at him, "Jesus Christ."
"TSUKISHIMA, DON'T YOU DARE STEPPING AWAY!", Hayami called him back, angry, her nose getting closer to the screen.
The kid sighed, "Hello, Yukimura-san."
"What about me?", Kuroo pushed Hayami out of the frame, grinning at the boy, showing him his perfect teeth.
Tsukishima didn't even try to hide his displeasure, "Hello, Kuroo-san."
"Woah, I'm happy to see you too!", the captain snatched the phone from his manager's hands, "Congratulations on your win! The next stop is in October, must be ready by then! Did you block how I taught you to?"
"Yes."
"Be more specific!"
"I did what you told me."
Hayami giggled beside him, her index hitting him in the same spot again and again, "Gimme back my phone, I wanna talk to my kid too."
"Give us five minutes, go annoy Kenma."
"No", Kenma shook his head from his gaming chair, focused on his game, one ear detecting something he didn't want to hear.
"Well, since he wants me so bad!", Hayami slid down the bed, her elbows quickly dropping on the boy's desk, watching him hitting fast the buttons on the controller, "What game is this?"
