The Strange Life Of Mikoto Ishida (Yutaro Kindaichi)

Practice

"You've got to be kidding me!"

As planned, I'd gotten changed and to the gym without anyone seeing me. However, when I made it into the gym, the first thing I saw immediately pissed me off.

A dry-erase board was there to greet me with a set of rules written on it.

Oikawa's Rules Just For Miko-chan!

That idiot seriously made a set of rules specifically for me? What kind of crap was this?

Rule #1 – Miko-chan must refer to Oikawa as Oikawa-sama

No way.

Rule #2 – Miko-chan has to always greet the captain with a bow

Hell no.

Rule #3 – He is not allowed, for any reason, to call the captain a dick

Ah, so he heard about that. I guess following that rule wouldn't be too bad.

Rule #4 – He may not use Iwa-chan's insulting nicknames.

We'd already gone over that one. I was perfectly fine with that one.

Rule #5 – He is not allowed to steal my fans

Really? We'll see about that. Not that I really have any control over that.

Rule #6 – Miko-chan's hair is ridiculous, so he has to dye it to a better color, like mine

As much as I wouldn't mind dying my hair, I'd already tried that once before. Somehow it managed to turn out lime green. Haven't tried since and I'm not sure I want to risk it.

After that, the rules were just ridiculous. So I took the marker for the board and put an X through all of the stupid ones. Which was basically every one of them except for rules 3 and 4. Well, I guess 5 was alright, but I really didn't have any control over who Oikawa's fangirls liked more.

Thinking a little more, I smirked to myself and found a blank spot on the board. In that space, I wrote my own rule for Oikawa. Oikawa is not allowed to call me Miko-chan!

After everyone had shown up, practice got started. The coaches started me off by making me work with Oikawa. I shouldn't have to say why, but that was a decision that they quickly regretted. After that first day, the coaches made sure to keep me and Oikawa separated as much as possible.

Of course, that didn't actually do much. You know how they say opposites attract and likes repel? Yeah, that little bit is true, especially for Oikawa and myself. Even putting us on opposite sides of the gym did little to stop our "discussions."

It was the same old thing every time. He'd say something about how badly I did on whatever I was doing, I'd say something back. And before you know it, we're arguing just for the sake of arguing with each other.

Three weeks passed by with little going on. Not anything other than my arguments with Oikawa. Though those were very big events to whoever was around, which was usually the fangirls and the volleyball club.

So far I'd managed to keep the fact that I was a girl a secret. Every day though, I had to be very careful. I either had to show up really early or come in late to practice. Most often though, it was late. Obviously, that got me scolded by the coaches, but what could I really do? I couldn't just change in front of the rest of the team and I couldn't exactly tell anyone that I was a girl. There were reasons for why I was doing this and if I just came out and told someone, where's the point of even disguising myself?

I was grateful for Mondays. The boys' volleyball club had Mondays off, meaning I didn't have to spend any extra time dealing with Oikawa. Personally, I failed to see how a guy like him ended up as the captain. I mean, I get that he's the attractive and popular one and a great player, but he really doesn't strike me as being captain material. Iwaizumi was more than qualified to be captain, yet he wasn't. Made no sense to me.

"Hey Miko," Kindaichi's voice said beside me, snapping me away from my irritated thoughts of Oikawa. As I looked over at my classmate, I noticed him pointing at something by my locker. Or more accurately, something in my locker. "What's that? Some sort of love letter?"

Taking it out of my locker, I looked the envelope over. It had my first name neatly and cutely written across the front and it was sealed with a little red heart sticker. Yeah, that would definitely be some sort of love letter. "Well, I didn't think I'd be getting one of these so soon," I chuckled to myself. Actually, I didn't really expect to get one of these at all. "Wonder who it could be?"