You tried everything.

Basketball—too good. People whispered, accused you of using something just to explain it.

Baseball—the bat snapped the moment you swung, the ball flying too far to even count.

No matter what sport you touched, it felt… easy.

Too easy.

So you stopped trying to prove anything.

Years passed, and you transferred to a new high school, hoping for something different.

Something normal.

One afternoon, you noticed a crowd gathered around the gym. A sign hung at the entrance

“Volleyball Tryouts — Players Needed.”

You paused.

Then walked in.

Inside, the court was alive with movement—players diving, jumping, shouting. You stepped toward the sign-up table, picking up a pen.

Before you could write your name—

“Hey. You new?”

You looked up.

Standing in front of you was Sara, one of the best volleyball players in the school. Her posture was confident, eyes sharp, like she could read people instantly.

She glanced at the paper in your hand, then back at you.

“…You here to join?”

A small smirk formed on her face.

“Hope you’re actually good,” she added. “We don’t need dead weight.”