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Y/N'S POINT OF VIEW
THE SMELL OF MINT
patches stuck on players' bodies enveloped the whole gymnasium, making me nauseous for a second. The squeaking of shoes and palms slapping those balls that slam right against the rubberized court filled my ears that somewhat made me a little bit energized to see how they play.
How the Fukurōdani boys' volleyball team play.
Don't get me wrong, I know how volleyball works. I was a manager of a team when I was in middle school but I don't know how to play. I can't even receive a ball! What if it hits my face?!
"Y/N," Keiji called as my heart hammered inside my chest.
I slowly turned around. "Yes?"
"Y-You can sit here," he pointed at the bench, not looking straight.
"Oh, thanks." I smiled at him before bowing at the manager and the two coaches leading the team. I didn't know they got a manager, but they welcomed me with warm greetings and I immediately felt comfortable, close.
"You're classmates with those two?" Their manager pointed at the ace and the setter on pair.
I nodded. "Yup!"
She chuckled. "I see. But, it's my first time seeing you here. Did Bokuto force you to watch them practice?"
"No, no," I shook my head, smiling. "I was the one who insisted."
Keiji started warming up, doing relays around the gym as I tried to steal glances. His hair swaying with the wind, how those droplets of sweat stream down his neck, his stoic face that made the whole view perfect—dammit!
I should've brought my water. My throat starts to get dry.
"Oh, I see. Anyways, do you know how to manage a volleyball team?"
I blinked twice. "M-Manage?"
"Yes, manage. Well, I have a group project with my classmates today but since I'm also the manager of this team, I excused myself that I'll be late. But, since you're here, do you want to sub me for a bit?"
