Someone Special REMADE

V3 Chapter 3 - Volleyball

Without any particular plans, and a few hours before the next meeting, Miharu and I thought it was time for us to make the most of our stay on the luxury cruise liner.

Our destination was the top deck, which was bustling with other students. Based on conversations in the newly formed class group chat, it was the best place to be.

Anyway, the top deck boasts a pool surrounded by deck chairs, waterslides, a bar serving cold beverages, and even an artificial court for beach volleyball.

The luxurious flare of the ship could even be felt in the change rooms, which was where I found Hirata and Miyake Akito getting ready.

"Ayanokouji-kun!" Hirata was suspiciously happy to see me.

"Yo, Hirata."

With our greetings complete, I turned away and started to take off my clothes, but Hirata wasn't finished speaking.

"The truth is, Miyake-kun and I are planning on playing some beach volleyball, but Class C is dominating the court right now..."

My eyes met with Miyake's, and he gave me a small nod of determination.

"So you want me to help you beat them off the court?"

I was planning on enjoying a relaxing day under the sun with a milkshake by my side, but when it comes to crushing the spirits of the opposing classes, I don't have any doubts in my mind with how I want to spend my free time today.

I'd just have to text Miharu and explain the situation. She would understand if I canceled our plans for something like this.

"If you don't have any other plans..." Hirata swayed from side to side meekly.

"I'll do it. But just so you know, even though I'm pretty athletic, I haven't played volleyball before."

Neither of them expected those words to come out of my mouth, for one reason or another.

"Eh?"

"I know the rules, so you shouldn't worry about explaining anything to me."

***

The three of us left the change rooms side by side, marching directly towards the volleyball court. Ichinose was playing with her friends by the pool, which was on the opposite side of the deck from our destination. The volleyball court was deep enemy territory.

We approached as a trio of Class A students were wiped out and sent off the court with their heads held low. Even though I've never played before, the difference in abilities between the two sides was hard to miss.

"Look! It's Ayanokouji!"

The boy Ishizaki yelled at the top of his lungs, and whispers started spreading across the seating area. It felt good to receive such a grand entrance, although Hirata and Miyake didn't appreciate the hostile stares being sent our way.

I didn't recognise any of the players of the court, but as expected, it didn't take long for our true opponent to appear.

Ryuuen rose from underneath his cozy umbrella, handing his non-alcoholic cocktail to one of his servants without taking his predatory gaze off me.

"You wanna take our court, huh?"

With a single nod to the side, a massive African American boy strode over to his side, followed by Ibuki Mio, who was one of the only Class C students that seemed uninterested in the upcoming match.