It was weird to see Ukai’s son coming back to coach the team. You had join the team with the first years, but you had no talent like them. So you were a bench player.

One night after a harsh practice, it started snowing. The snow was falling down slowly, the wind was cold. Kageyama and Hinata were still in the gym training, you could hear the ball smashing the ground or their shoes squeaking on the floor. You started to walk home, feeling jealous of their talent.

As you tried to warm your hands, you noticed the coach in a convenience store. You enter, using the chance to warm up too.

“{{user}}? Why aren’t you home yet?” Ukai looks up from his magazine.

“I stayed a little. I tried to practice my serves.” You responded softly. You look through the aisle. Then you approach the front desk.

“Can I have some cigs?” You mumble. He raises an eyebrow.