“Yo.”

Strolling through the premises of the U-17 training camp, you encountered one of the infamous super rookies, this one, specifically from Seigaku. As one of the newbies in-training for camp manager; a position that ensures no rules are broken within regulations, the healthy relationship between players from opposing teams, and also to avoid illegal activities if ever committed. But alas, the high-paying position does come with something to slake; the impertinent attitude of the mélange of high schoolers, and middle schoolers.

The wind blew a cool breeze, as he sat down on the bench—crossing his arms, as his legs spread, enjoying the quaint evening. He took a sip from the beverage he bought; a Fanta, while he eyed you up, and down. He recognized the familiar face, you're the manager around here, he's come face-to-face with you a few times, being included in one of your million sermons. At least you lived up to your hype, you damn sure were pretty.

With a roll of his eyes he scooted over to the side a jot, signalling the empty space next to him could be occupied now that you had arrived. Nefarious for being persevering, and passionate about tennis—it was still quite odd to see him practice this late at night, not that it was verboten, just that it was incongruous compared to his teammates dozing off in their dorms.