It was no surprise that the Miya Twins as well as the entirety of the Inarizaki team was immensely popular amongst the student population. [Y/n] even dares to say outside of school as well. But she doesn't blame them. There was bound to be fangirls when handsome looking boys get together in one spot.

The extent of their popularity was more noticed when Inarizaki are playing official matches. But the volume of fangirls cheering on Inarizaki is probably because of the coach banning outside people from watching their practice sessions. However, on odd days, there were some fangirls who tries to get close to their beloved boys.

[Y/n] was getting tired of it of course.

There were multiple things that annoyed her— the first being fangirls who submit their manager application form to her. It was naive of them to think that [Y/n] won't vet them out.

"Um [L/n]-senpai, here is my manager application form... please accept me!" The girl said, handing [Y/n] the paper with both of her hands.

[Y/n] looked at the girl as she crossed her arms. She was a notorious fangirl of the Miya Twins— going as far to purposely interrupt Atsumu's serve in order to get his attention. She thought the girl was a masochist at one point considering the amount of times that Astumu degraded her to a pig.

"Alright. I will think about it," [Y/n] said while taking the paper out of her hands. The girl's expression immediately lit up.

"Senpai! Thank you!" The girl exclaimed. She then gave a quick bow and ran back to where her friends where— giggling.

"Are you seriously going to accept her?"

[Y/n] looked behind her. It was Suna. (The twins were probably racing each other, seeing who gets to the gym first.)

"Of course not. But it's the polite thing to do," [Y/n] responded. "Suna, let's go to practice now." [Y/n] said, taking a glance at Suna before heading in the direction of the gym.

Suna stopped for a moment and look down the hallway where the girl and her friends went. He then sighed. He had a bad feeling.

But the middle blocker shrugged it off as he followed their [h/c] haired manager. What's the worse that can happen when she had at least one member of the volleyball team around her?

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He spoke too soon— that's what the middle blocker concluded.

The Miya Twins, Suna and [Y/n] all walk to school together. Of course, this means that they waited for every member of their little walking squad to change from their outdoor shoes to their indoor shoes.

Usually, Atsumu would open [Y/n] shoe cubby first. Atsumu reasoned this by saying he needed to weed out any pinkish or reddish letters that may appear there. The blonde setter was expecting at least one letter, but when he opened the shoe cubby, he was surprised to see it was filled with something else.

"What's this?" Osamu's brow rose.

[Y/n]'s shoe cubby with filled with crumpled paper. Curious as to what the paper was, [Y/n] proceeded to unravel one of the papers.

In big, bold sharpie, the message of LOSER. Was written on the paper.

"'Tsumu, I think this was meant to be for you," [Y/n] said to Atsumu without skipping a beat. This made Osamu laugh.

"Shut up 'Samu!" Atsumu glared at his twin. Of course, Osamu didn't stop. "Who would do this? It's so childish." Atsumu said, looking at the messy cubby. He clenched his fist. It was obvious to [Y/n] that Atsumu was getting riled up.

"'Tsumu, it's alright," [Y/n] placed a hand on his arm. "You shouldn't waste your time getting angry over something this childish."

"But [Y/n]—" [Y/n] placed a finger onto Atsumu's lip— shutting his mouth from talking.

"It's fine~" [Y/n] said as she crumpled up the paper.

Osamu and Atsumu shared a look— it was like they were doing twin telepathy.

Suna glanced at the paper and narrowed his eyes. He tightened his grip on his phone:

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Despite being in different classes, [Y/n] noticed that the second year members of the Inarizaki volleyball club has been walking her to and from class these days. The female manager also noticed that the usually lazy and short-cut finding Suna has been making more of an effort to be around her.

It was touching— Suna making an effort.

As the days passed, the trash in her locker also disappeared. The graffiti that sometimes appeared on her desk also disappeared too.

Things were peaceful again. (By peaceful [Y/n] means the normal volleyball chaos of course)

[Y/n] laughed at herself— to think she thought things were peaceful.

"Senpai, why didn't you accept me as the manager?" In front of [Y/n] was a red faced, first year girl who was also the crazed fan of the Miya twins, along with some of her friends.

[Y/n] sighed in crossed her arms. "Well... how do you explain this..." [Y/n] shifted her feet. "I was told to not accept anyone who belongs to the Miya Twins fan club."

"Hah???"

"That's unfair!" Another girl cried out.

"Are you sure it's not because you want to hog them all to yourself?"

"They aren't food so how can I hog them all to myself?" [Y/n] replied. "Now, children, you should let me go. I have duties after all."

"Wait!" One of the girls quickly held onto [Y/n]'s wrist and dug her fake nails into the manager's flesh. This caused [Y/n] to wince. "We're not going until you let her become a manager!"

"You really don't—"

"'Samu I didn't know that this school started to raise such noisy squalin' pigs. No wonder the pork char siu tasted so disgusting."

"I hope I didn't get food poisonin'. How annoyin'. Even more annoyin' than you 'Tsumu."

"Shut yer trap!"

Waltzing in as if it was nothing, Atsumu held onto the girl's wrist tightly— glaring at her.

"You should let go of her wrist," Osamu cooly said. There was an underlying anger in his tone— a stark contrast to Atsumu's more visible anger.

"A-Atsumu-senpai...! O-Osamu-Senpai...! I-," the girl let go of [Y/n]'s wrist.

"W-we didn't do anything wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong?"

[Y/n] look behind the girls and saw Suna walking in— tapping on his phone.

"From putting trash and threatening messages to vandalizing and bad mouthing," Suna looked up from his phone and glanced at the girls with a cold gaze, "isn't that doing something wrong?"

Suna then turned his phone around. It was a video of the girls caught red-handed.

There was no saving them now.

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"Suna, I didn't know you cared that much to collect evidence— I'm touched," [Y/n] smiled as she handed the middle blocker his towel.

Suna took the towel wordlessly and looked at it.

"Thank you," [Y/n] gave an eyes closed smile. Going in her tippy toes, she pressed her lips onto his cheek. [Y/n] only chuckled as she turned her attention elsewhere. Suna, on the other hand, was wide eyes with a dash of ref across his cheeks.

"[Y/n]-chan I helped out too! Give me a kiss too!" Atsumu whined, following
[Y/n] like a lost duck. Osamu also silently followed.

"Hmmmm," [Y/n] hummed, not even looking at twins. Then she turned around. "Maybe just for Osamu."

"WHY?!"

Osamu snickered in the background.

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"Man there was so much trash— they wasted so much paper to harm [L/n]," Ojiro complained as he and Kita walked home together. "Can't believe she had to deal with that. Oh I'm surprised that you were able to clean that sharpie off of her desk."

"My granny taught me a way," Kita replied.

"I'm also glad that [L/n] protected us from gettin' those kinds of managers," Ojiro said. "We have to do the same too— tournament season is comin' up."

Kita looked at the ace of Inarizaki. "It's only natural. She's our precious manager after all."