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AU: Regular/University
Word Count: 3k+
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The wind blew quickly through the trees outside the Sendai City Gymnasium. Boys of various statures stood in groups around the area wearing distinct uniforms that separated them from the rest. Amongst the mayhem of excited volleyball players, a girl stood gripping a binder to her chest. As she typed quickly into her phone the girl's nose scrunched before looking around the main lobby of the building. Walking up to the fold-out desk by the entrance, she approached the two girls handing out pamphlets.
"Have either of you seen a group of adults, wearing the same jacket as I am?" She asked, pinching her white jersey.
The girls pause for a moment, their brows pushing together before handing her one of the pamphlets from the table. On the inside was a map of the building as well as a list of teams that would be participating. One of the girls stood up from her seat and leaned over the table.
"Ya, I think I remember them talking about going in the middle of the stands to see everything," she said pointing to the East side of the building.
The girl nodded and gave the two a nod of thanks as she tucked the map into her binder. Huffing, she walked past the bustling players in the direction of her group.
"Coach! You said to meet you in the park!" a yell rang above the voices in the stadium grabbing the attention of players and viewers alike.
"Ah, (L/N). Sorry about that. The wind started to pick up and we decided to head inside. At least you found us. Do you have the info?" the man said. He wore a matching white jacket with the word 'coach' trailing down the side of his arm in red letters.
"I do. A thank you would be nice, I'm the one that called all the schools to get their student information. That's your job, Ito!"
Ito chuckles but says nothing more as he leads (L/N) to their seats. With the binder tucked under her arm, she slips her hands into her pockets and takes a seat next to the other coaches and administrators to watch the players warm-up. As the whistles blew for their minute warning before the started, the head of the program spoke up.
"Johzenji doesn't have any third years, but keep an eye on their players for next year. Do you all have their papers?" Kawasaki asked as he spun a pen between his fingers. After receiving confirmation he went on, "Okay, one person per team for today. (L/N), you go with Ito. We will all watch the last game together and discuss it later when we go to eat."
