this picture is so cute 🥺🥺🥺
—————————————————————It had been a few weeks since Hana joined the volleyball club, and it was safe to say her life had changed a bit since. She actually quite enjoyed watching the boys play and helping out, and found herself looking forward to it when the day ended.
"Hana-chan! It's Friday! let's go and get food after school. I heard there's this cute cafe that just opened with the best ice cream ever. Mari and Aya are staying over at my place after too, you in?" Hana looked up at Koari sadly,
"Oh I heard about that place, I really wanted to go there! But you already know I have practise. Ugh I'm so jealous. I can still come to your place after though. You can guys can just go without me.""Hmm.. ok but if you replace us with your volleyball dorks then you'll never hear the end of it from me!" She laughed.
"I could never, if I replaced you then who would buy me ice cream?" Hana smirked, picking up her bag and leaving the classroom.What she failed to notice was a certain boy who's ears perked up at the sound of their conversation. Yamagata slid open the door and quickly made his way to the gym before he was late.
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Practise was going well. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood because of the weekend, and the guys were super fired up. However the hype was suddenly interrupted by the shriek of the whistle from their coach calling them over.
"Alright boys. We've been invited to attend a practise match from one of the local college's volleyball team. Apparently these guys are climbing the ranks pretty quickly, so we need everyone in top condition. I don't want any slacking from you kids, got it?" They all nodded, and expected the meeting to be over, until proven wrong.
"Now in addition to this, it'll be our first match with your new manager. And so, I suppose as a belated welcome gift, Watanabe this is for you." He pulled out a maroon and white track jacket that looked to be her size, with the school's crest on the back and her name on the front. Hana walked towards the coach, fighting a losing battle with the grin sneaking onto her face.
"But I'm not a player, am I actually allowed to wear the team jacket?" She asked.
"Just because you don't play on court, doesn't mean you're not apart of this team now kid. You're the manager, and it's an important role. To be honest, I was skeptical of how you'd contribute to the team, and I hate to say it, but you proved me wrong. You're doing better than I expected kid. Everyone.."All the guys around her stood in a line facing Hana.
"WELCOME TO THE TEAM, MANAGER WATANABE-SAN!" They said together. Hana laughed at the group and slid on the jacket.
"Thank you all. And you can just call me Hana if that's ok. It's what everyone calls me, and Watanabe-san is a mouthful anyways" she smirked.After the celebrations were over and the cheers had died down, the team was quickly bent back into shape by an angry coach who got them back to practise. After a few more exercises they were finished for the day and started cleaning up.
Yamagata took this time to quickly meet up with Ushijima, and told him what he heard in the classroom. He knew Ushijima was having a harder time with Hana than everyone else, and because of his respect for his captain, Yamagata thought of a few ways to help him out.
"Come on guys, we're locking up now!" Shirabu called. Everyone flooded out the doors and began their walk home together in groups of their home direction. Yamagata turned to Ushijima and loudly began,
"Ah, Ushiwaka. You don't normally go this way because you live in the school dorms right? Where might you be headed?"In the same matter, Ushijima responded,
"There's a new cafe that just opened. Apparently it sells good ice cream. I just thought I'd see what it's like." Their plan must've worked, because it caught Hana's attention.
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