As Miho walked past Ken and Daichi, she tried to reign in her temper a little. She happened to see the exaggerated reaction of the latter and felt her mood improve a little.
'Hmph, serves him right for not messaging me.' She thought inwardly.
In reality, she wasn't too mad though, maybe just a little disappointed.
Since she was the granddaughter of the legendary coach Hajime Takashi, boys were often intimidated around her. Of course there were others that acted normally, like Riku, but she detested him.
Just thinking about that guy's stupid grin brought her a sense of annoyance.
Miho had decided to take the initiative with Daichi, giving him her email address after seeing how he reacted around her. Yet the guy must have found out who her grandfather was during the past 2 days.
She let out a sigh, feeling a hint of depression creep up.
'Maybe I'll find a nice guy overseas.' She thought wistfully.
"Oh, Miho. Can you please hand these two jersey's over to Ken and Daichi in the dorms?"
Chris's voice rang out from in front of her, startling her out of her thoughts.
Since he was the assistant coach, she couldn't exactly tell him no.
"Ah sure, no problem." She said, grabbing the uniforms.
However, as she turned around one could tell that she was a little annoyed.
'Damn, it's going to be awkward when I show up after that last interaction.'
All she could do was sigh and grumble inwardly, already regretting her previous actions in the hallway.
As Miho neared the dorms, she happened to overhear some words.
"Don't think you're getting out of this that easy. We'll be doing this together."
Instantly her curiosity was piqued, causing her to poke her head in the door without announcing her presence. Miho saw the two standing over the desk, looking at a notepad, their expressions crestfallen.
"What are you guys looking at?"
Not expecting the sudden interruption, both Ken and Daichi almost jumped in fright, quickly spinning their heads towards the open door.
"M-Miho!?"
Daichi was shocked, not expecting such a visitor. It would have been more likely for a player to arrive rather than this girl.
Without waiting for an answer, she waltzed into the room and handed the two their uniforms. Yet instead of leaving, she picked up the notepad and began to read it.
"Ah…"
Ken was so baffled at her behavior that he did not even react in time. Daichi on the other hand was still staring at Miho as if she was a ghost.
Miho's eyes moved as she surveyed the training plan in front of her. Sometimes she would frown, but others she would show an understanding look, as if she was evaluating the contents of the notepad.
After a silent 60 seconds, Miho finally raised her gaze and looked at the two teens before her.
"Which one of you wrote this?"
There was a pause as the two tried to catch up with what had happened.
"I wrote it down, but the training plan wasn't made by me." Ken said, placing his hand on Daichi's shoulder.
Technically he wasn't lying. The system had created the training plan for him, and all he had done was copy the details down.
Sure, his actions might have insinuated that Daichi was the one who had created the training plan, but he didn't mind stretching the truth in this instance.
Daichi whose brain was still running at 10% efficiency, only stared at Miho in response, lost in her eyes.
However to Miho, his eyes seemed to be searching for her reaction.
Miho could feel her opinion of Daichi change as she looked at him in a different light. Instantly, her ego subsided slightly.
She had originally thought that the teen had been lying when he said that he was interested in sports science and nutrition. Yet the training plan in her hands spoke of someone who thoroughly understood its premise.
Suddenly it made sense as to why he might not have messaged her right away.
'Perhaps he's not the kind of person I thought he was.' She thought inwardly.
Miho let out a small sigh before sending a pleased smile his way.
"I must say, this training plan is rather brutal but it's tailored perfectly to athletes at your level." She admitted.
If the two knew her well, they would understand that such words were like the ultimate compliment. It was not often that Miho was humbled, especially when it came to her field of expertise.
Daichi blinked a few times, before he looked at Ken briefly.
To Ken, Daichi looked like a person who was struggling to stay afloat in the middle of the ocean, screaming for help. So he did as any self respecting wingman would, he hyped up his brother.
"You think so too? What can I say? My brother is a bit of a genius."
Once again, Ken towed the line of truths. He hadn't explicitly said that Daichi wrote the training plan, merely stating that he was a genius.
Thankfully, his antics had bought time for Daichi to catch up to where things were headed. Inwardly, he was thanking his brother from the bottom of his heart.
'I swear I'll never abandon you big bro!'
"Ahem. Yeah, as you said I think this is perfect for athletes at our level." Daichi stated after clearing his throat.
He still looked a little awkward, but the interaction seemed to be going well enough.
Miho nodded, placing the notepad close to her chest.
"I was supposed to submit a Strength and Conditioning regime to my grandfather for our training sessions, but I think this one is far better. Do you mind if I submit this instead?" She asked sweetly.
"Haha, of course!" Daichi half-shouted, feeling his heart race from Miho's cuteness.
Ken on the other hand almost fell over as his brother readily agreed.
'W-What the hell is he doing!?'
It seemed that he was the only one who thought of the repercussions of such a thing.