Picrew: 武天式マブ女メーカー

me too

(Wanna rp?)

ya

(You can start it.)

(could i be assistant coach? or do i have to be a player?)

(Coach works)

(k) *i walk into the gym and i look around to find the coach*

*The coach was watching a few of the girls play.*
Coach: …Something’s different this year.

*i walk over to the coach* uhm ma'dam

Coach: Oh, what do you need?-

i would like to try a-assisting for the basketball team. *i show her a flyer of the recruitment*

Coach: Hmm… Why do you want it?

w-well i always wanted to coach a basketball team and lead them to victory

Coach: And why is that?

(i can't explain why bc my mind is so lazy rn lol) *i tell her with all my heart and soul*

Coach: *thinks for a moment* I’ll let you bee around for a bit to see if your actions back up your words. If so, you have the spot.

*i glow up* ok!

Coach: Just know that the job is tough. Managing egos, injuries, worth ethic, etc. I hope we have a good batch of tryouts this year-

*one of the tryouts, a surprisingly tall one, dunked over another player and the room went quiet*

*i look over to see her and the other player*

Coach: …This might be interesting. *blows the whistle*
*When the whistle was blown, each player moved into a line in the center of the court*

*i go over to the girl who got dunked on to see if theres any injury*

*other than a light bruise, she’s fine*

*i help her up and walk her to the lines*

Coach: Listen up, everyone. Showing up to this tryout was the first step. The second will be proving that you deserve a spot here. And I will be very clear. Just because you made it last time, it doesn’t mean you’ll make it this time. *glaring at a certain player*

*i look over to what the coach was glaring at*

(also my oc is a 5ft 7 Japanese male)

*i jot down each of the player's jump*

*Amaya jumped higher than ant other player*

*i jot it doqn*

*Amaya looked bored, as if the outcome of that test was already decided. Carrie looked at Amaya with a determined expression*

*i carefully watch them*

Coach: Take 5.
*they all dispersed*

*i walk up to the coach and tells her the evaluation*

Coach: Do you know how hard it is to find a girl who can dunk in high school?

i possibly can guess really hard to

*A 5’9 player with blonde hair responded to the coaches glare with a sarcastic smile*

*i grab a clipboard and annouce the activities for the tryouts*

*The tall one looked at him with an almost bored expression*

*we start the first activity* (it can be whatever)

Coach: The first activity is a test of speed and stamina. We’re running around the court. You will start by running. When I blow the whistle, you will switch to jogging, then back to running on the next whistle. Got it?
*they all nod*

*i blow the whistle and also start a timer*

*The girls start running.*
Coach: *Pulls out a clipboard with each of the tryout’s names*

2 minutes in coach

Coach: The blonde one. Her name is Carrie Phillips.
*Carrie was leading*

*i write down her name* how long have you been coaching without an assistant?

Coach: 4 years. The tall one. Amaya Tanaka. Apparently a foreign exchange student from Japan.

*i also write down her name* what made you want an assistant coach?

Coach: I needed some perspective. *blows the whistle*
*the girls jog*

ahh i see *the test finished and i escort the players to the benches to take a break*

Coach: No massive stamina issues across the board. Carrie was the fastest, but Amaya had slightly better stamina. This might be interesting.

*i walk back in to the gym to give the coach an evaluation of the player's attitude

Coach: Did anyone give you a hard time?

ehhhh

Carrie; Assistant coach? Since when did they have these?

*i look around and i grab a cup of water for myself*

Carrie: You’re not doing this just to look at girls, are you? *laughs*

*suprised, I spit out water all over my clothes* n-no...

Carrie: *continues laughing*

*i grab a towel and i try to dry off my shirt*

Carrie: Just watch me. I’ll give you a highlight reel. *smiles*

*still focused on drying off my shirt*

*Amaya was simply watching, quietly*

*I mutter to myself* shit how long does this have to take

Carrie: It’s just water, it’ll dry.

yeah but... nevermind

*another player, this one with dyed blue hair, started playing music from a speaker*

*i look over*

???: *smiles and vibes to the music*

*i let her pass this one time with the music* the next test is in 20 minutes so take your time everyone

Carrie: *tries to talk to Amaya* So, you’re new here?
Amaya: …Yes. *she has a strong accent*

*i walk over to look how organized they are*

*they left the place clean, mostly out of fear of getting on Coach’s bad side*

huh ok *i walk back out and on my way to the gym, writing down their behaviors*

(End of Flashback)
Coach: Next should be a test of their vertical. Pay attention.

ok *the girls enter the gym again*

Coach: Alright. We’ll be testing your vertical. You’ll have 3 tries at the Vertec. Good luck.

*i start the timer*

*they went to it and jumped as high as they could*

*i casually watch*

*Amaya walked behind him, casting a shadow over him* Where are restrooms?-

*i slowly turn around, shivering a bit* i-its t-t-to the right *i point the direction*

*She nodded and walked away*

*my heart is racing as the her height scares me*

Coach: Chill out, she’s not gonna kill you.

y-yeah *my hand shaking*

Coach: You’ll probably get used to it.

i will

Carrie: Next are the one on one’s, right?
Coach: *sighs* Yes-
Carrie: I’ll beat every single one of them!- *smiles*

*i casually watch*

Coach: Just don’t do anything stupid like last time.
Carrie: Fine, Fine-

*i walk over* should i tell them to get ready?

Coach: Go ahead.

k *i walk over to the locker rooms*

*at this point, most of the girls were trying to hide their nervousness*

*i open the door* Break time is over. Your last and final test is to do a friendly 1v1 against each other

???: I hope I get someone beatable-

*i walk out the door*

Amaya: Excuse me… *trying to get into the locker room*

*i moved out of the way* im sorry

Amaya: It’s okay. *walks through the door*

*i walk back to the gym*

Carrie: *passes the ball to him* Think fast!-

*i instantly grab the ball*

Carrie: Shoot it!-

*i shoot the ball and it lands*

Carrie: Nice!

*i chuckle* thanks...

*they all come out*
Carrie: Alright, who wants to go against me? *smiles*
Coach: Who said you girls are picking your opponent?

*i silently watch*

Coach: You’ll be picked at random. After this, you’ll play a short 3 on 3 game to test teamwork.

*i blow the whistle, giving them time to choose their teams*

(mistake) *i blow the whistle to give them time to warm up*

*they all stretch*

*i turn over to talk with the coach* you think they will all pass?

Coach: No idea. I meed to see them play first.

ok *i watch them still warm up*

Carrie: If I go against you, no hard feelings when I win?
Amaya: Do you mean when I win?…
Carrie: Okay, I see how it is. *laughs* Good luck.

*i blow the whistle to get their attention*

*they all get in line*

team one plays against team 4 and team 2 goes against team 5, team 3 goes against team 6!

Carrie: And who’s on what team?

the numbers on your jerseys tell you

*they check their jersey numbers*

*i blow my whistle* find your teams

Carrie: I’m fine with this team. We’ll beat everyone.

*the team matches start*

*Carrie was places with a quick, small player who mainly passes the ball and a taller (though not as tall as Amaya) player that was an all-around solid player*
Carrie: Let’s go!- *they start playing*

*i watch them play*

*The small player, named Gabby, played well with them. Passing the ball and using her size to get past defenders and create openings for her team.

Carrie was the main shot-maker. Shooting 3’s and midrange shots.

The taller one, named Claire, focused ob getting rebounds and blocking shots. She occasionally scored as well.*

*i jot down their advantages*

*Carrie got a much different team. Even outside of herself, the other two players were also pretty tall compared to average girls of that age*

*~go***mn they're tall~*

*the team they played against seemed intimidated*

*i grab my water, my hand shaking*

(Noticed I said Carrie instead of Amaya earlier)
*Amaya was the main defender and post scorer. She got pretty much every rebound and scored with relative ease. To make matters worse for the other team, Amaya occasionally shot three pointers.

One teammate, names Charlie, was a well-rounded player. Due to the height of the team, she took the roll of a Point Guard instead of her usual Power Forward.

The last, named Bailey, was an aggressive player. Going for dunks and only shooting from the 3 point line. Unfortunately, she fouled a few times.

Due to their size, the other team devised a plan to put themselves in situations where the other team would foul them and avoid a physical battle. Though they didn’t win, it was decently competitive.*

*i took down notes*

Carrie: *walks up to him, tapping his shoulder* …You okay? You hand is shaking…

*i did a small yip* y-yeah j-just thirsty thats all

Cqrrie: *steps closer* …Are you sure?..,

*i start blushing at her* y-yeah i am really much fine

Carrie: Okay. *steps back* Did you see my last second 3-pointer? It was far as hell, right?

it was a great shot! you should keep it up!

Amaya: *somehow behind them* Is it over?…

almost

*she looks tired*
Amaya: Okay… *stretches*
Carrie: It’ll still be bright out. How about we get the girls to celebrate at the beach after we finish?

*i finish up writing the advantages and disavantages of each girl in the game*

*Carrie was obviously peaking, while Amaya was more subtle*

*i blow my whistle* day one of tryouts is done

Carrie: Good job, everyone. Who wants to go to the beach?
*pretty much everyone except for Amaya immediately raised their hand*
Amaya: I don’t know…
Carrie: Come on, it’d be fun.

*i watch them back and forth*

Carrie: *turns to him* You should come too. You earned it.

m-me? *surprised from the unexpected invitation* i-i guess

Carrie: See, even he’s going.
Amaya: …Fine.

*i walk out and i leave the results near the coach's desk*

*Everyone starts walking home to go get their beach clothes. Amaya, going the same way, walked behind you and casted a shadow over you*

*i start shaking a bit from her overwhelming shadow and her height*

*she continued walking, not noticing yet*

*i try my best to not make a sound*

*she looked down at him, wondering if she should talk*

*i still try to not make a sound*

*there’s a red on the crosswalk, so they have to wait*

*i shiver a bit*

Amaya: …Are you cold?…

n-no im not

Amaya: Are you sure? I can give you my jacket… even though it’s not your size-

*my blushing instantly went up* no thank you!

Amaya: Okay… *waiting*

y-you seem v-very tall *~I CAN'T TALK TO A GIRL WHOS THAT TALL!?!?!! WHAT ARE YOU F**KING DOING YOU IDOIT*~

Amaya: …Does it bother you?

*i start a small nod then shook my head*

*green light, they can walk*
Amaya: Are you sure?-

*i sigh* i get nervous around tall girls...

Amaya: Oh… why?-

i-i don't know

Amaya: Do you think it can change…

m-maybe...

Amaya: *moves back a bit so that the shadow leaves him* Sorry…

i-its ok...

Amaya: But I made you scared…

i-its ok

*she nodded and put her head down*

*we walk across and we see the beach*

Amaya: We should get out beach clothes… I don’t want sand in my jacket…

ok

*they quickly head home, getting their beach attire*

*i get out with my shorts and other things*

*Once he gets back to the beach, everyone was wearing their swimsuits. Amaya wasn’t here yet.*

huh ok

Carrie: Hey, come over here!- *waves*

*i walk over*

Carrie: Wanna play beach ball with us? *holding the beach ball

s-sure

Carrie: *passes the ball to him*

*I throw the ball*

Carrie: *spikes the ball*

*i slide and i manage to bounce the ball*

*they keep playing until Amaya arrives*
Amaya: … *by herself, trying not to bother anyone*

oh hey Amaya!

*she waved, worried about scaring him*