"Hey guys, I really don't think the coach would be returning for a while, let's start practice even without him." Akaji said as everyone nodded.
Well why shouldn't we, we haven't practiced for a while and we don't even have an idea when the first match would be set.
"But I wonder why we have girls on our team." Watabe said.
"Yeah."
"We actually don't want to be dragged into boys mess." Ueta said.
"Maybe they had something going in for them." Akaji said with a smile.
"That aside, let's head to the field." He continued, walking out of the dorm as we walked behind him.
"Yeah!"
We went to the field and brought the balls, dummies and cones out.
"Hey, Nakamura-san, Kiichi-San, if I'm right you guys were on the soccer team of your school." Akaji said.
"Yeah." They responded.
"Maybe you guys can help us draft our tactics." Akaji said smiling.
"Oh, okay."
I don't really fit in, I don't actually care about this kind of things, team work precisely, but I gotta give it my all. I felt very happy the very first time I touched a ball. I feel this would be something I'll love to give my all in and that's why I decided to put up with these guys.
*Ugh.*
"Hey, won't you be joining us?" Sugawara Misaki asked smiling.
"Oh, mm. I guess I was spacing out." I said.
"Your bangs." She started as I looked at her.
"Hmm?"
"Aren't they making you uncomfortable?" She asked.
"Oh, no. I'll tie it up when my hair grows." I said looking away.
In middle school, I gave up on pretty much everything. I was often bad mouthed since I didn't have a dad. The insults kept piling up and I totally gave up on beibg happy in school and I went straight for the kid with the gloomy appearance style.
People said I was weird, my natural hair style and colour was sickening to them so I had it cut and dyed. My hair used to be really long and purple, that made people insult me the more. My friends, or so I believed, called me weird and said I looked like a girl.
*Well it's already growing out.* I thought, walking towards the others.
*Just as I thought, they won't be serious with the coach gone.* I thought looking at them as they laughed.
*Haa, forget it, I'm gonna be on my bed.* I walked up to the bathroom had my bath and walked straight to my room before jumping on my bed.
"Hah.. when last did I enjoy the softness of a bed." I said rolling on my bed.
*These guys, I wonder how we'll fail on our first match. They really aren't serious.* I thought looking up at the ceiling.
The next day, the coach came back to the dorm. The day went on like nothing was gonnahappen.
*Are they being serious now?* was what I thought each time I walked past any of them.
"Coach." I called walking into his office.
"Hmm, Oshiba-san?" He called looking at me with a smile.
"Sir, aren't we going to practice?" I asked.
"Seems like you're the only one concerned about this, surprisingly you look as dead as ever." He said.
"I dont quite understand what you mean sir." I said.
"You know, you remind me of someone who really pisses me off." He said with a smile.
"Well, if you want to learn anything, I'm here so you can rely on me, I guess." He said.
"You say that but it looks like you don't care in the slightest." I said.
"Seems like we have the same expression Huh?"
"Hmm, I really just care about the soccer. I don't know how you people operate here but you guys seem dangerous, is all I know." I said walking out.
"We'll be waiting for you...coach."
That day flew by and we all received a message from the coach that we'd be training first thing in the morning by 5.
*Seems like he's getting into this.* I thought closing my eyes before falling asleep.
I've always been the weird one, I can't remember doing anything to anyone. I was weird cause I didn't get to meet my dad. I was weird cause my features were different from others. I was weird cause I had no friends by the end of my first year in middle school. I was a gloomy kid who people wanted to avoid so badly. A disease in their eyes. But I stopped caring when I got into my 3rd year of middle school. I decided that friends were not needed in my life.
Being alone comes with a lot of benefit. If anything, it was actually the best thing, is what I think. That's what I believe and I'm not tryina push my believes unto anyone, just... let me keep believing what i want to believe. It won't really hurt, would it? My mom was already gone and I had no relatives to stay with, I was lucky to get into high school through scholarship. Being here, in this world, it feels like something's gonna change for me. I feel as happy as I have ever been. I can't remember being as happy as I was here, except for my time with mom.
Sometimes I feel I have to give it my all but how. I stopped playing soccer in middle school, I don't have the knack for it anymore. Sometimes I just hope, that everything would be fine.
I'm not gonna flop, would I?