𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
I watched in wonder as the volleyball flew through the air. Almost like a bird.
SLAM
"Wow..."
I looked down at my own hands and back at the makeshift court. I watched as my sister looked down at her own calloused hands. I wanna be like her one day...
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Tears fell onto the concrete, the hot summer sun evaporating the liquid quickly.
"It's not fair..."
"Shh... It's alright, dear..."
"No, it's not! It's not fair!"
Why can't I hit like them...? Like papa, like mama, like nii-chan and nee-san...? Why?
I looked down at my hand, raw from attempting to serve and spike a volleyball.
"Maybe... Volleyball just isn't for you, [NAME]," my mom said gently, putting a hand on my shoulder.
Those words just made more tears fall down my face. My parents are retired volleyball players, and my siblings are following in their footsteps. But me? I'm too weak. Too short.
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I wore my uniform as I walked home from school. I'm a second-year at Shiratorizawa Junior Academy. Since I can't play volleyball, I became the manager of the boy's volleyball team. But... it's not as fulfilling.
"Oof!"
I stumbled back, rubbing my head.
"Sorry..." I murmured, craning my neck to look at who I bumped into.
He's one of the high-schoolers... I could never forget that face. Ushijima Wakatoshi, a volleyball prodigy.
"It's alright," he said, his voice unusually deep for a fifteen-year-old.
He walked past me, a red-haired boy trailing behind me. His eyes are creepy... They seemed to linger on me as they walked away. I shook the thought away and walked home.
That was the beginning.
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