Mikaela picked up on a couple things quite quickly in just the first scrimmage of the camp.
One, the level of playing ability was higher than she anticipated.
Two, her player profiles covered twenty two of the twenty four players.
Three, Kageyama had become a player of habit, and it showed. Badly.
For example, not even five minutes into the first practice set of camp did Kageyama try to set a ball up for a non-existent spiker, and when no one was there to hit the ball, he had the nerve to look surprised. Mikaela slapped herself in the forehead. He'd gotten so used to tossing to Hinata, who was already in the air and ready to spike by the time Kageyama had the ball at his fingertips.
"Sorry," Kageyama said quickly, apologizing to his team before moving back to his position. The rest of his teammates glanced around warily- probably confused. Mikaela sighed to herself and jotted a couple more notes down on her page. She'd made a player profile for Kageyama, but not much was on it, considering she knew her cousin inside and out.
The teams eventually wrapped up, and Mikaela was arms full with useful information on almost every player. The players started their cool down stretches, and Fuki approached Mikaela with a glint in his eye. "You seem excited," he said with a chuckle.
Mikaela nodded vigorously, leaning against the wall and pulling out her notebook. "Every player's so different, I've got so much to write down."
"Anything you already expected?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, a couple tells and such that I picked up before coming to camp. Some are minor but others are pretty big."
"Like the way Surotu looks where he's hitting before every spike?"
"Yep! If it wasn't for his power, he'd be pretty bad."
The words tumbled out of her mouth before she realized, and before Mikaela could apologize for her rudeness, Fuki laughed. "I suppose so," he mused, crossing his arms. "I suppose so."
He walked away, leaving Mikaela to grin to herself and start jotting down notes in her book. Some of the more social volleyball players were striking up conversation with each other during their cool down, and Mikaela found herself wanting to rant to Kageyama about all she discovered. She pursed her lips and kept writing; if she got chummy with Kageyama, she'd ruin her chances of staying in the good graces of the coaches rather than doing her job. Besides, she was here to manage, not gossip, right?
To her surprise (and delight), someone actually went up to Kageyama and tried to strike up a conversation. Mikaela grinned when she realized who it was- Chigaya Eikichi, a lefty middle blocker on Shinzen High's volleyball team. He was the one who needed tape for his fingers, and he'd been the reason that Mikaela and Tsukishima had to leave the camp in the evening. He was a nice guy, and a good player.
The players went to dinner, and Mikaela wasn't sure where she was supposed to go until Fuki clapped her on the shoulder and she nearly flinched. "Normally, I'd make you sit with us so we can discuss what you picked up today," he said with a cheeky grin, "but I'm sure your notebook covers everything you could possibly tell us. If you want, just pass off the notebook, and you can eat dinner with your cousin."
Her face lit up. "Really? Thank you so much!"
"We'll definitely need a conversation later though," Fuki said with a laugh. "You okay with that?"
"Y- Yes! Please! Thank you so much!" Mikaela stammered, thrusting her notebook at him.
He grinned and took the small book from her. "Can't wait to read it. I'll find you after dinner."
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How to fly with clipped wings (English ver.) HAIKYUU!! FAN FICTION
Fanfiction"You can't play volleyball anymore." To which she replied, "Watch me." The accident that destroyed her dreams is what forces Kageyama's cousin to transfer to Karasuno. Between family, school, and health problems, she's got a lot on her plate- but sh...
