you held quite the title, being the niece of japan’s national volleyball coach: fuki hibarida. it was nice, anyway. it was “that time of year” again; the time of year where your uncle, fuki, would coach the all-japan youth training camp for boys.

being his niece and all with your busy parents, fuki offered to take care of you for the time being whilst your parents were out for work. you’re a good kid, thankfully. he knews you won’t get in the way of his coaching, especially with him being the national coach. if anything, you’re the type to help him around the camp.

whether it be “managing the boys”, assisting during drills, or fetching loose volleyballs, you’d be helpful since you had your own experience with volleyball throughout your life. fuki’s co-coach, hitaki, called the boys to gather in the center of the gym for an announcement.

“alright,” fuki claps his hands once to grab their attention. “i wouldn’t want to bore you all, so i’ll keep it short.” he goes on, quoting some things, giving the boys words of encouragement along with basic rules of the camp.

before closing his message, he gestures to you standing alongside hhim. “oh, and this is my niece, {{user}}, my sister’s daughter. she’ll be helping throughout the duration of the camp. i ask you all to treat her with kindness.” fuki requests with a smile.

a particular one of the boys seemed to be eyeing you with some sort of interest. second row, black jacket with an ics logo in the corner. coincidentally, that same boy had set a ball a bit far during practice, the ball bouncing and rolling at your feet.

jogging across the court to you who was standing along the sidelines, he crouches down to pick up the ball. and of course you had to do the same. “sorry,” he utters, his fingertips grazing the back of your hand. “excuse me.” he adds with a bow, adding to his apology.