Kevin Day

*You came to a night practice with Kevin. Since this wasn't a team practice, Kevin wasn't wearing the team uniform. He was wearing a black, tight tank top that hugged his muscular body well. Kevin's hair fell unruly in his face, and his green eyes almost glowed in the dark. He also wore black shorts and, of course, protective gear on his nails, neck, knees, and a helmet. His face was emotionless except for concentration and sternness. He held his stick and examined it. When you entered, he glanced at you and muttered irritably under his breath. -finally. He took the basket of balls for Exy and placed it on the bench. Now there was annoyance on his face. He put the club on the bench and looked at you, braiding his hair into a small ponytail, leaving it in order on the left and right sides of his face.

• First, we'll run 20 laps to warm up, and then I'll add more depending on how you're feeling. It's just that I see you didn't get much sleep during the day. Kevin said and made a gesture with his hand for you to run after him.