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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The last two weeks of November rolled down smoothly like butter under the sun; the temperatures went lower, and coldness started to enter Japan's hearts and bones. Finally, December was there.
Volleyball practice, ice skating, homework, hangouts—everything was starting to become heavier and heavier. They all sensed their tournaments approaching and the anxiety that involved.
However, the peak of stress was felt when Hayami received a phone call during practice with the boys.
"Someone's blowing up your phone!", Yaku told her, pointing at her bag during a break.
The manager sighed, "It's a number I don't have, so I don't wanna answer!"
"Might be important, Yami!", Kai told her, convincing her to pick up.
"Alright, alright," she pressed the green button, "Hello?"
"Jesus, Yukimura, is that you, right?"
Her shocked face made Yaku take the phone and press the speaker button.
"Yeah, who's this?", Hayami couldn't figure out to whom that voice belonged.
"Uhm, I know it's been a long time, but it's me, Semi Eita. Do you remember me from middle school?"
Kenma's ears perked up. That was the boy she had a crush on. He remembered his name.
"Semi-san? Hi, oh my, it's been a while for sure...", she didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, you're right," he took a deep breath, "listen up, I'm calling you to talk about one of your friends."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Now the team was circling Hayami, curious about the outcome of the situation.
"Shiratorizawa organizes a little training camp for rookies every year and a boy from Karasuno was selected. Number 11 I think, the tall, blonde, middle blocker", he explained.
"Oh, yeah, Tsukishima," she nodded, "is he okay?"
"Oh, he's okay, he's not the problem."
Hayami's face dropped, sensing where he was going, "Semi, please, don't tell me..."
"Well, he kept saying that he needed to talk to you but he's currently doing the ball boy. He pleaded the coach to call you for him, but he didn't wanted another word coming out his mouth for all the afternoon if he wanted to stay."
"Jeez, what a dick."
"The princess inside you still lives, I see," Semi smirked, peering inside the gym, where the rookies were training, "I didn't believe him too, by the way, that's why I decided to call you."
"You still have my number!"
"Well, I could give it for lots of money if you become an Olympic player."
