Kana Amai never believed in "fresh starts." People didn't become better versions of themselves just because they crossed an ocean - they just found new places to be a mess in. London had been loud, wild, and full of bad decisions that tasted like freedom. Tokyo? Tokyo was the same - just with better vending machines and stricter uniforms. At seventeen, Kana wasn't trying to reinvent herself. She liked who she was - talkative, dramatic, a little reckless; the kind of girl who could talk her way out of anything except a 7 a.m. class. She liked sleeping in, spending money she didn't have, and laughing too loud. If the world thought she was "too much," that sounded like a them problem. Her grandparents adored her anyway. They'd gotten her into Itachiyama Institute - an elite school where everyone breathed ambition and walked like they already had careers. Kana thought it sounded boring. Until she met Sakusa Kiyoomi. He sat two rows ahead in Class 3 - tall, sharp, disgustingly neat. The kind of boy who wiped his desk before sitting down, whose expression said, I'm surrounded by idiots. He was also the ace of the boys' volleyball team - school royalty, and, unfortunately, her new entertainment. Itachiyama had rules: every student needed a club. Kana tried. And failed. By the end of the week, her teacher sighed. "Fine. The boys' volleyball team needs a manager." "Wait, that's a thing?" Apparently, it was. She was handed a clipboard, and a court full of sweaty, six-foot boys who moved like they had engines instead of lungs. At first, it was hilarious - all that yelling and cleaning like their lives depended on it. Until she saw the team's ace. Sakusa Kiyoomi.
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