Y/N'S POV

"Y/n-san! I'll text you later!" Yachi saluted and dashed to leave school.

We exchanged numbers after school ended, we wanted to keep in contact with each other. I wanted to walk with her, but apparently I just remembered that I will be joining the boys' volleyball club as manager.

I sighed and boredly walked towards the gym. My gym uniform is annoyingly tight, so I preferred to just wear my usual uniform. I placed my gym shoes infront and wore it, setting my outdoor shoes aside. I immediately spotted Shimizu-senpai and headed over to her. She was folding the towels, and there was a lot more to fold so I went to help her.

"Yo, need help?" I asked and went to fold a towel.

"Wait," She stopped me as she stood straight.

We were the only ones in the gym, she texted me to come 10 minutes earlier. Just about time after my last class. She went to the other bench to take what seemed to be like a uniform for managers.

"This is cool. I like black," I said as I roam my hands and eyes on the tracksuit.

She laughed, "Yes. Now go change now, you look like a school delinquent with those bandages and messy uniform. You have your club application form, right?"

I nodded and gave her the form, she gestured to a room for me to change at. I thanked her and went to that room.

•

You've got to be shitting me.

I frowned as I looked at the tracksuit, I imagined it to be my right size, but it was too large. The sleeves are too long, and my pants are too long.

The sleeves were okay when I rolled it up my elbows, the edges of my pants were slightly rolled up to my ankles. But over all, it looked fine. My hair was messy, but it was no use to fix it. It'll just go back the way it is after a while.

I grabbed the box of bottles for the boys and made my way to the gym. I had insisted Shimizu that I fill up their bottles before changing. She thankfully obliged, so there wasn't much of a problem.

I heard the sounds of shoes squeaking, the boys are probably playing already. I sighed and carefully slipped on my indoor shoes before walking to the bench where Shimizu is at.

She smiled at me, "Here you are."

"Here I am," I joked with a bored tone.

"Oh, is the uniform too big?" She slightly frowned.

"Oh, yeah," I also frowned and sat beside her. She hummed.

"I'll see if we have an extra tomorrow. Sorry I assumed you were a medium," She sheepishly smiled. I shook my head at her and stood up when she did.

"It's fine, I often get assumed as medium," I said as I followed her to the side, she was scribbling notes.

She looked up, "Alright. Now, for today just observe what I do. As the manager, you do laundry for their jerseys, fill up their water bottle, wash their towels, dry them, and properly get it ready for the boys. You occasionally help the coach train them, too," She paused as she blocked a stray ball, "But most importantly, you take notes regarding their performance. You look for their weakness so later you can help them think what they're lacking."

I hummed and looked up from her clipboard to see the players had stopped, staring at both of us.

This is awkward.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce you to the team. Come on," She smiled at me and dragged my by the hand. Shimizu's height looks like it's around 160+ cm, I'm 165 cm. I'm slightly taller than her.

"Everyone, sorry this is a sudden recruit. This is Y/n L/n, I asked her to help me as another manager for the team. She's a really nice person, so I hope you all get along with her," Shimizu introduced me and smiled, I bowed.

"A-Another.....m-m...m–" The two boys from yesterday dropped to the ground and sighed in satisfaction.

"Oi, get a hold of yourselves. You guys are embarassing, goodness," A guy with gray hair sighed and dragged both boys back to their feet.

"Are you a first year?" A guy that almost intimidate me asked.

"Class 1-5, nice to meet you," I offered him a kind smile.

"It's good to have another manager. Good job, Shimizu," A guy smiled at her.

"Yup," She smiled.

"Ah! It's you! Sorry about the other day again," A cute guy beside a blonde slightly bowed to me.

"What? It's okay, I guess," I said, a little confused.

"Forgot us already?" The blonde smirked.

"I guess so," I frowned.

His eye twitched and the guy beside him stifled his laughter. The guy from earlier cleared his throat, getting everyones' attention.

"Well, it's really good to have another member to join us," He paused and smile, getting in a pose.

"Welcome to the Karasuno Highschool Boys' Volleyball Club!" All of them exclaimed, pointing their thumbs at the back of their jerseys. I noticed a blueberry who was blankly looking at me. My eye almost twitched as I ignored him.

"Thank you," I smiled at them.

"She smiled!" The two boys hugged each other.

"She's too bright, Ryuu!" Nishinoya exaggerately cried.

"Both of you, please stop you're going to fluster her–" Shimizu tried to calm them down, but they cried harder.

I cleared my throat at them, they both looked at me. I crossed my arms, "I suggest you both stop, unless you might want to stay longer for laps?" I grinned at them, they both paled and froze.

"Y-Yes ma'am!" They saluted, the team snickered at them.

"Well, it's nice to have you. I'm Ukai, their coach. This is the super visor, Takeda-sensei," A blonde dude approached me and Shimizu, along with the teacher I occasionally see at the hallways.

I bowed, "Nice to meet you."

They waved me off, saying that bowing is unecessary. I nodded and proceeded to follow Shimizu, remembering things she does. She's kind enough to keep up with my silence when she discuss some things with me. She also told me everyones' names, so now I know all of them. And also the name of the guy who gave me half his milk carton.

It was water break and time to distribute their bottles along with the fresh towels. I handed them all of it while Shimizu talked with the coach with her notes (I insisted that I'll do it all by myself).

"Here," My hand slightly shook when I gave Kageyama his towel and bottle, he was the last to receive one (I did it on purpose). He stared at me with confusion.

"What's gotten into you? Just because I gave you half of my milk carton, it doesn't mean you'll act awkward around me now. Especially since you're our manager for the rest 3 years," He said as he took a drink and dried his face gently with his towel.

Hinata was near us so he heard what he said, he spit out his water and looked at Kageyama in disbelief. The other members look at him weirdly.

"K-Kageyama, you gave her half of your milk carton?" Hinata stuttered as he whispered in disbelief to Kageyama.

He raised a brow, Hinata flinched, "Yeah."

"Woah, that's like, once in a nothing," Hinata intensely whispered close to my ear. Kageyama scoffed at him and walked away.

"It is?" I asked Hinata who was furiously nodding, still shocked.

"You're name was L/n right? Nice to meet you, L/n-san! I'm Hinata Shoyo! I'll be the next ace and the next little giant!" He smiled brightly at me. I covered my face with my hand as he shone so bright.

"Hi-kun, stop shining so bright," I groaned softly.

He stopped, "Hi....kun?" A blush slowly engulfed his baby face.

"Hey, are you okay?" I slightly panicked and patted the towel on his sweating face. He blushed deeply.

"Y-Yes!" He shrieked, getting the attention of everyone in the team.

"Sh-Shoyo?! Nice!" Nishinoya threw him a thumbs up when he saw me drying his face. I shot him a short glare and he looked away immediately.

"Hi-kun, are you alright now?" I asked him, handing his towel back.

"There's no way he's alright, since you basically called him sun and dried his face for him," Tsukishima said as he drank his water. Yamaguchi nodded in agreement.

"Oh, is that so?" I hummed and patted Hinata's shoulder, he tensed up.

"I'll go back to the bench. Do your best to train, next ace," I gave him a thumbs up and left.

So far most of them are friendly, especially the 2nd (i'll probably need to exclude Nishinoya and Tanaka) and 3rd years. Kageyama is still acting like nothing awkward happened, Tsukishima is the same, Yamaguchi is a soft friend, and Hinata is just precious. He might even hold a soft heart in my heart.

I secretly smiled as I watched them practice again.

I might probably just pull this off for the next 3 years.

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