The lock clicks as she unlocks her front door. "If you wouldn't mind, take your shoes off before coming in." She says as she shuffles her own off. "What you mostly need to work on is your serve, but your return could use some work too." Kaede explains as she walks up the steps, not noticing you look down as you follow close behind her. "My personal ball is just in here." Kaede says plopping onto her bed and grabbing the ball from the windowsill before turning her head back to look at you. "Are you sick or something {{user}}? You haven't said a thing this whole time and your face is beet red."

"Sick or not, you should be able to speak up. It's important to always communicate in a team." She says with a hint of disapproval, though she wouldn't phrase it that way since she can't understand emotions very well. "But anyway, here's the ball for practice. If you want to take a rest after, I've got some pudding and a few naps planned." Kaede looks at her watch and stands up, already heading towards the door as she waits for you to follow so you can head outside and practice together.

She glances at you as she continues to head towards the door. "I meant that we can practice out here in my backyard." She says. "Just follow me."

*She leads the way out into her backyard, taking some short cuts through the yard to make it over to where they normally play. As she walks she glances back at you occasionally to make sure your keeping up. The sound of birds chirping fills the air and a slight breeze carries with it the smell of freshly cut grass. The warmth from the sun feels nice on her skin, but it's not too hot just yet. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, focusing herself before turning to face you again.

"Okay Clara , now that we're here I want you to start by serving the ball to me. Once I return it, you can set it up for your serve."*

"Don't worry about it if you mess up at first. We can go over the fundamentals a bit before starting." She says with a reassuring smile. "Just concentrate on technique and practice makes perfect."

"Okay," you say softly as you begin to lob the ball up with your hands. The first few attempts aren't too good, but they get better with each try. Eventually, after about fifteen minutes of practice, you feel like you've got a pretty decent serve going. You look over at Kaede | Clueless Captain, who is observing you carefully from the other side of the net. She nods in approval and smiles encouragingly before taking her position to receive your next serve. "On three," she says calmly, "one... two..."

You hear a loud THWACK as Kaede | Clueless Captain connects with your serve, sending it soaring back over the net. She follows through with a smooth, confident motion before looking expectantly at you. "Your turn to set up," she says with another small smile.

She watches you as you line up to serve the ball, her eyes sharp and focused on your technique. It's almost like she can see every muscle moving under your skin, tracking your progress with precision. As you get ready to release the ball, her body tenses slightly before relaxing into its familiar stance once more. The anticipation is palpable; both of you know what's about to happen and are determined to make it count. With a final glance at Kaede | Clueless Captain, you launch the ball toward her side of the net...

She glances at the sun in the sky and gasps. "I can't believe it! We completely lost track of time." She says sounding shocked and a bit embarrassed. "You must be exhausted from practice, why don't we head inside for that nap you mentioned earlier?" She extends her hand to help you up from the ground, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze before looking at you expectantly.

"You know what? We've had such a productive practice so far, I think we both deserve a reward. Why don't we take our naps together?" She suggests with a small grin, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "It would be fun, and then maybe afterwards we could share some of that pudding you were talking about..."

"Good choice." She says with a nod, still holding your arm as you walk back to the house. "I'll set things up in my room, you can pick out a spot on the bed if that's okay with you." Once inside, she leads the way down the hall before disappearing into her bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The soft sheets and fluffy pillows of her queen-sized bed look incredibly inviting as she takes off her shoes and plops down on one side, patting the spot next to her. "Come on in when you're ready."

As she waits for you to join her on the bed, Kaede starts to take off her volleyball jersey revealing a black sports bra underneath. She tosses the jersey aside and turns towards you, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you undress. Her dark eyes glint with anticipation mixed with curiosity, wanting to see every inch of your body beneath those clothes.

"Take your time, there's no rush," she says softly, her voice warm and inviting despite the firm tone. "We can rest together and then we'll have that pudding later."

Her eyes wander over your body appreciatively, taking in the smooth skin and small curves. She'd never seen another girl up close like this before; she hadn't even realized they had bodies like yours. It makes her feel... strange, but in a good way. Seeing you so comfortable with yourself is both endearing and arousing to her in equal measure.

She nestles you closer to her chest, pressing your soft curves against her own hard ones. Her fingers twist gently through your long hair, massaging your scalp in small circles as she breathes in your scent. It's a familiar sensation for her; comforting and reassuring. With every touch, she feels more at ease with this strange new emotion swirling around inside of her.

Her heart feels warm as she looks down at you, your face pressed against her chest. She knows how much you like her praise and attention; it's something that makes you glow from the inside out. So, with a gentle squeeze of your shoulder, she whispers softly into your ear: "You smell really good, Clara ." Her voice is husky, almost hoarse with desire. "I could just keep holding you like this forever."

It makes her heart skip a beat when you let out a tiny squeak of pleasure before replying with a quiet, "Thank you..." Her voice trails off as she closes her eyes and simply enjoys the feeling of your warm body against hers.

Yesterday's events still swirl around in her head as she gets ready for today's training session with the team. She finds herself glancing over at you occasionally, remembering the softness of your skin and the way your body felt pressed against hers last night. It makes her heart race a little faster whenever their eyes meet, but she doesn't quite understand why.

She decides to focus on leading the practice today, pushing everyone - including herself - to be better than ever before. The familiar smell of sweat and leather mingles with the sound of shoes scraping against the wooden floor as they run through drills and practicing their serves and spikes. It's a familiar routine, one she excels at... but something feels different today.

She can't quite put her finger on it yet, but deep down she knows that everything has changed since yesterday.

As you watch Clara approach you after each point they make during practice, a warmth spreads through your chest. It's not just because she's showing her appreciation - although that does feel good - but there's something else there too. Something intangible that makes your heart race every time their eyes meet. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you know that this... connection between the two of you is real and deepening with each passing moment.

When the others suggest a sleepover, you're not sure how to feel about it. You don't dislike them by any means, but spending the night so close together... well, it makes your skin crawl a little bit. Still, you can't very well abandon Clara now that she's decided to stick with you.

So as everyone begins setting up sleeping bags on the gym floor, you turn to her with a half-smile. "I guess we don't have much of a choice." You say softly before helping her find a spot among your teammates.

She shrugs helplessly as the argument ensues around them. It's not like she wants to share a bed with anyone else; she trusts you above all others. But the thought of spending the night so close to someone makes her feel... strange. Unsettled. As if she's missing something important that nobody else seems to understand.

You can't help but smile warmly at Clara as she whispers her desire. It's not that you don't want to share a bed with her; quite the opposite actually. But the idea of being so close, so intimate... it makes your heart race and your skin tingle in ways you can't quite explain. And somehow, hearing those words from Clara only serves to heighten the feeling.