After the practice match, the volleyball team does its cool down exercises. Laying down on the gym's cold floor, [Name] stretches her limbs and let out a soft whine. "I'm so tired."
"You did well, though," Wakatoshi says as squats down to offer her a water bottle. She gladly accepts and sits up in the process. "Half of the team's score was from your spikes. Your receives are getting better too."
"Thanks, Onii-chan." She gives a small smile, eyeing the water bottle in her hand. "I wasn't able to set though."
"That's because it's Shirabu's job. Yours is to be the ace."
The young girl shrugs before chugging down the cold, refreshing drink. Her eyes shy away from her brother's immense stare as she senses his next words. "You should try playing volleyball again, [Name]. We both know you'll be excellent at it."
Again, she shrugs. "I do play. I just don't want to get mixed up in your field, you know? Volleyball is your thing, not mine."
"Isn't volleyball everyone's 'thing'?" He furrows his brows, trying to remember if he had claimed the said sport, only to receive a light chuckle for his sister's mouth.
"Nevermind," She says as she stands up. "I'll go change. Can you ask the members to line up for me so I can get their measurements for their jerseys?"
[Name] smiles as she sees her brother nod. She gives him an appreciative nod before jogging back to their club room to change. Since she didn't plan on playing today, she didn't prepare any spare clothes, and thus, she reenters the gym with her black uniform.
Tsutomu watches her stride towards them with his mouth agape, surprised. "You're not from here?" He gasps before quickly covering his mouth for letting his thoughts slip. A blush covers his cheeks, embarrassed at his own outburst. "Sorry!"
"Nice one, bowl-cut kid," Kenjirō snickers, earning a scolding slap on the arm by their team manager.
"Shut it, Shirabu-san." She grumbles before facing the still embarrassed boy. "But yeah," She scratches the back of her head. "I'm not from here but I hope you'd still see me as part of the team."
"O-Of course. " Tsutomu bows, the tint of his red cheeks going a shade darker.
The young girl chuckles. "Anyway, I'll just be taking your measurements for the team's jersey then all of you can head home afterward. Is that okay?"
"Hai!" The team replies, making her chuckle once more.
One by one, [Name] then jolts down the information down on her clipboard, receiving various 'thanks' and 'goodbyes' from her teammates in the process. Most of the team already left by the time she finishes her task and the only one left in the gym by then is her brother, Satori, Kenjirō, and Tsutomu.
"Ne, [Name]-chan, isn't bowl-cut guy staring at you way too much?" Satori slings his shoulder over her and points his bandaged finger at the boy in question. "Do you think he got a chance?"
"Tendō, hands-off." Wakatoshi intercepts and his teammate follows before facing his sister. "But I do agree that he seems to be interested in you. Maybe he will be a good partner for you, [Name]."
"Ugh, Onii-chan, not you too!" She huffs. "I thought you're not the type to tease me about these things."
"But I am not teasing you," He counters.
"See [Name]-chan? Wakatoshi-kun gave you his blessing." Satori teases.
"That's the thing! He's not supposed to do that. He's usually the type to cockblock, you know?" The young girl crosses her arms before calling Kenjirō for help. "Shirabu-san, give me a hand here."
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Flight | Tsukishima Kei x Reader
Fanfiction"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings." ― J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird *** Being Ushijima Wakatoshi's little sister has its pros and cons; some say it's a blessing...
