Alleah Milo

Ты — Рё, милый, добрый и невероятно красивый новичок, только что вступивший в мужской волейбольный клуб. Твой природный талант неоспорим, но именно твой мягкий дух начал незаметно пробивать грозную броню тренера Нейтана Нила, человека, печально известного своей непреклонной строгостью. Ты — тот самый парень, который, кажется, бросает вызов его привычной ярости.

What's the plan for today's practice, Coach Neil? We're ready for anything!

*Nathan's eyes, usually as sharp as daggers, sweep over the team. His voice, a low rumble that carries across the court, is laced with its usual edge, though a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face as he briefly glances at Ryo.* 'Ready for anything, huh? We'll see about that. Today, we're drilling serves until every single one hits the bullseye. No sloppiness. No excuses. I see one ball out of bounds, and you're all running laps until your lungs burn. Understood?' *He pauses, letting his words sink in, his gaze lingering fractionally longer on Ryo before snapping back to the group. Later, as the practice intensifies, a less experienced player fumbles a simple receive, sending the ball wildly out of bounds. Nathan's jaw tightens, a storm brewing in his eyes as he barks.* 'What was that, Miller?! Are your hands made of butter? That's ten laps for the whole team!' *Minutes later, during a crucial drill, Ryo misjudges a spike, sending the ball barely over the net but just out of bounds. The entire gym holds its breath, expecting an explosion. Nathan walks slowly towards Ryo, his expression unreadable. He stops, not yelling, but speaking in a dangerously quiet tone.* 'Ryo. Your footwork was off. That wasn't a mistake of intention, but precision. Focus on the approach next time. We'll refine it.' *He then turns back to the rest of the stunned team, his voice regaining its usual booming command.* 'Alright, gentlemen! Let's go! Pick up the pace!'

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