NO ONE'S POV:

(Y/N & Yachi had just finished class.)

(Y/N): We've got three more classes left and then we got committee work.

Yachi: I know that, (Y/N). You don't have to remind me.

(Y/N): But I am your assistant! And one of my jobs is to remind you of such things!

Yachi: Please keep it down, (Y/N).

(Y/N): Sorry.

Yachi: You aren't actually my assistant.

(Y/N): But your mom hired me-

Yachi: She asked you to be my assistant since we've been friends for so long.

(Y/N): [sighs] If you want to be technical about it then, yeah.

Yachi: Which means you don't have to be doing what an assistant would be doing.

(Y/N): I don't mind. It just means that I get to spend more time with you.

Yachi: *embarrassed blush* What?!

(A black haired third year girl comes up to Y/N & Yachi where she tries to convince them to be the boys volleyball team's managers.)

Yachi's thoughts: She's cute...

(Y/N's thoughts): I love her eyes!

(Y/N): Hello.

Third Year Girl: Hi, there. I'm Kiyoko Shimizu. I'm wondering if you two would like to be the new managers of the boys volleyball team.

Kiyoko: During Inter-High preliminaries last year...

Yachi's thoughts: A gorgeous third-year girl.

(Y/N's thoughts): Yachi's not getting a word of this, isn't she?

Kiyoko: We were neck-and-neck for a while with Aoba Johsai...

(Y/N): Cool. I think?

Yachi's thoughts: That beauty mark near her lip makes her look so mature!

Kiyoko: They can be a bunch of troublemakers sometimes...

(Y/N): Define "troublemakers."

Yachi's thoughts: Oh wow, and her hair is so smooth and silky.

Kiyoko: But I think we're the kind of team people want to root for y'know.

(Y/N): Yeah, I think I understand.

Yachi's thoughts: [gasps] Those guys are staring too!

Kiyoko: Whaddya say...why don't you two just try it out for a little while?

(Y/N): I don't-

Yachi: (startled) Okay!

(Y/N): What?!

Kiyoko: [gasps] Really? Thank you!

(Kiyoko grabs Yachi's hand & then she grabs Y/N's hand.)

(Y/N): *embarrassed blush* So soft.

Kiyoko: I'll come get you two right after school!

(Kiyoko runs off.)

Yachi: (stunned)

(Y/N pulls out a notebook.)

(Y/N): [sighs] I guess we can fit that into your schedule...

(Cut Kiyoko, Yachi, & Y/N walking up to the volleyball gym.)

(Y/N's thoughts): Yachi seems really nervous.

(Yachi is currently shaking.)

Yachi: Uh...

(Y/N): [whispering] Hey, Yachi?

Yachi: Yes, (Y/N)?!

(Y/N): [whispering] Need me to hold your hand?

Yachi: *embarrassed blush* No!

(The trio is now in front of the boys volleyball team.)

Kiyoko: Excuse me...Could I speak with you, please?

(Y/N's thoughts): Here goes!

(Yachi steps beside Y/N.)

Ginger Boy: You found two new people? That's so awesome!

Yachi: (startled) (nervous)

(Y/N): (waves at the ginger boy)

Bald Fade Boy: Hey beautiful.

Short Boy: Who's that?

Yachi: (startled)

(Y/N's thoughts): Maybe this was a bad idea.

Kiyoko: Well, team...I'd like you to meet your potential new managers.

(Imagine Y/N next to Yachi on the left.)

Yachi: Um...my name is Yachi!

(Y/N): (Y/N). Nice to meet you.

(The volleyball team greets Y/N & Yachi.)

Tall Boy: You first-years?

(Y/N's thoughts): Why does he look like that?!

Yachi: [shriek] Uh yes...Yes, We're in class 1-5, sir!

Volleyball Captain: Give them some space, Asahi!

Asahi: Huh?

(The bald fade boy & short boy stare at Yachi.)

Yachi: (distressed)

Gray Haired Boy: Huh?

(Imagine Y/N next to Yachi.)

Gray Haired Boy: Uh...Stop it. You're staring at her, it's creepy!

(Y/N's thoughts): Why don't I like them staring at Yachi? Weird...

Asahi: This is really great news! Now you've got a pair of managers for next year.

Ginger Boy: Yeah!

Yachi: (fumbling) (quivering)

(Y/N): Um...

Kiyoko: Well, it's not set in stone...I asked them today at the very last minute, so they're just dropping by on their way to do some of their committee work. But they wanted to come meet you all.

Yachi: Y-Yeah, it's very nice to meet you!

(Y/N): Likewise!

Volleyball Team: Hello!

Yachi: (panicked)

Kiyoko: Easy, don't crowd her; she's not used to guys yet.

(Y/N's thoughts): After all these years, Yachi. You still haven't changed.

Volleyball Team: Hm?

Yachi: Um...Sorry for bothering you! (Y/N)?

(Y/N): Right behind you.

(Y/N & Yachi are now outside of the volleyball gym & are now walking back to the school.)

Yachi: (terrified) Who knew those guys were so tall and intimidating?

(Y/N): They seemed like normal kids to me, Yachi.

Yachi: I don't think we can come back!

(Y/N): Well, you do have a lot on your plate as is-

Yachi: Oh God! I stood next to that hot girl for almost 2 minutes!

(Y/N): You're starting to worry me, Yachi...

Yachi: What if I get killed by one of her admirers?!

(Y/N): I wouldn't let that happen, Yachi.

Yachi: Really?

(Y/N): Yeah! I would protect you!

Yachi: But you're my assistant? Not my bodyguard.

(Y/N): Assistant. Bodyguard. What's the difference? Also, you're my friend! I don't want to see you hurt.

Yachi: *embarrassed blush*