Mizuki Sayeko had never been fond of the whole 'soulmates' concept, not when her past warned her of the side-effects of falling too deep into the lucid, hypnotising trap. With piercing gazes, a stone-cold heart, would her soulmates ever get through...
she wears a crown built from her spine of inner strength and modesty
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HEARING THE SOUND of ballsslapping against skin had become quite normal for Mizuki Sayeko. Clad in the black tracksuit similar to Kiyoko's, though she left the jacket unzipped, exposing her white undershirt, Mizuki stood beside her friend with a notebook in her hand. She was currently watching the practice match between the boys in the club. Like her fellow third year, Mizuki was scribbling down her own notes on the boys. She was glad to see that a few had applied a few of her training exercises into the match.
Watching Kageyama and Hinata pull off their quick, ultimately winning the set for their team, Mizuki noted down how Hinata took advantage of the width of the court and sprinted to the other side in a second or less, baffling the blockers on the other side of the net. It fascinated her, witnessing the trust the two shared between each other, though, she figured it had something to do with the fact that they shared each other's souls.
Now, that was a concept she could never understand. Soulmates. How could two people have so much trust in each other? It was odd, bizarre even. Not wanting to entertain that train of thoughts, Mizuki shook her head and focused back onto the match that had continued for another set after they begged their coach, Keishin Ukai.
"How long will they keep this up for?" she asked her good friend, Kiyoko.
The female just chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "If it was up to them, they'd practice till tomorrow."
Mizuki groaned, opting to take a few steps back and slide down the wall, her legs sore from standing for four solid sets, each ranging around twenty minutes long. She kept her eye on each of the boys, scribbling down side notes whenever a new training idea popped into her mind or when she spotted a few extra holes in their defense they hadn't solidified yet.
When Coach Ukai blew the whistle to signal the end of the final set, Mizuki sighed in relief. The afternoon sun was beginning to set, and the lavender-haired girl wanted to go home and finish reading her new English book, 'Les Misérables'. She stood from her spot and stretched, momentarily grinning when she heard the familiar soothing pop.
"Kageyama! You can still go, right?" She heard the little ginger ask his soulmate. "Give me some tosses!"
"Right."
"You guys are still gonna practice?!"
Mizuki meandered across the gymnasium, choosing to stand beside the blonde clad in his maroon tracksuit. She watched as the duo pick up a ball to practice while the others stretched their sore muscles, acquiring help from either their soulmate —Asahi and Nishinoya— or their team member —Ennoshita and Sugawara.
"They lack the experience they patently require," she addressed, snapping Keishin out of his similar train of thoughts. The coach nodded, his index and thumb cradling his chin as he watched the boys cool down.
