THIRD POV

"AchOo!"

Y/n frowned as she eyed Atsumu who sniffled and took the tissue Kita had given him. Their captain– you can't tell if he was lecturing the omelette head with his stoic gaze, or secretly and silently worrying about him.

He sighed deeply, "L/n, please take care of me."

"?" She was about to agree nonetheless but Kita stopped him.

The captain suddenly took out medicines and snacks (specifically pickled plums) as if he knew this was bound to happen. He gently placed it in front of Atsumu who just looked away with eyes tightly shut.

"Get 'em ninjas away, I hate it when they cut onions," He gritted his teeth.

Kita sighed and relieved his fingers through cracking it, "Atsumu. You need to go home and rest well, you can't practice today."

"But–," He tried to object.

Y/n held both his hands with a blank stare, "Miya, get rest. Okay? It's my fault you're sick– I made you take Bokuto-san to their hotel not knowing he has a fever. Please listen just this once. I'll take care of your brother's performance."

"But you should be taking care of me," He pouted and tightened his grip on her hands.

She sighed lightly, "Miya....."

"Well??" He pleaded.

Kita was about to interrupt when Y/n flashed Atsumu a genuine smile. It was not too wide, not too small. Not that meaningful, but not that blank.

Atsumu felt himself get hotter, and his heart was tugged by her comfort. Her smile made him feel strange sensations he had never felt before. He almost believed another smile from hers can cure his fever.

"Me and 'Samu will cook for you after practice. We'll play games when we visit you at home. So rest, okay?" She let go and poked his red dusted cheek.

He straightened up with watery eyes as he tried hard not to cry, "Thank you."

Osamu scoffed and walked to them, a hand on hip, "He may have shit personality but look at him. Being vulnerable and get emotional like a baby."

"Shut yer mouth 'Samu! I'm emotional when I'm sick– and I'm not a baby! I'm the older twin, ya know!" Atsumu exclaimed and shot him a frustrated stare.

Suna cringed and fake gagged, "Ew, cringe."

"Suna," Kita warned him.

Inarizaki just sighed as they watched them comfort (and insult) their setter.

Atsumu wore a frown as Kita guided him to rest on a bench while waiting for his mom to pick him up– the captain called mama Miya. The members are starting spiking drills but there was no setter that could toss for them. They all felt disappointed and Y/n can see the frustration in their sick setter's eyes.

"Coach. Please take this for a while," Y/n whispered to the coach and gave him the clipboard. He was confused but nodded and took it anyway.

The players raised a brow when Y/n approached the side of the net with a ball in hand. She was silently examining it before glancing at Kita. He understood her– he was confused, but did what she's letting out anyway.

Alright. Just do it like how Miya does. She released a small sigh and let the ball float in the air.

Kita ran and jumped for the ball, Y/n had slightly jumped and tossed it with 3 fingers each hand. The pointer finger, middle finger, and thumb.

The captain was surprised at how light and easy it was to hit. So was the others, Atsumu's eyes almost popped off of its sockets.

"Next," She said as Kita praised her in his mind but couldn't find the courage for once to say it out loud.

The members were surprisingly nice to their manager who filled their missing setter's position. Sure she messed up a few times like tossing it too fast, or too high, but Atsumu just thought the others can't match up to her tosses.

For someone who doesn't play volleyball, she's surprisingly decent in doing what the position's role is.

This goes on for a while until they had to start 3v3. Kita walked to her first with raised brows.

"I didn't know you play volleyball, Y/n," He said and drank his bottle, eyes not leaving her.

She shook her head, "Akaashi taught me how. He's been in Miya blonde's position before but thankfully he taught me earlier prior to the day he got sick. Ko refused to hit tosses from the others except me."

He sensed something suspicious.

"Akaashi? Ko?" He raised a brow and crossed his arms.

Her head whipped up and shock was evident in her eyes, but she smoothly thought of a lie, "Ah, sorry. I figured you were more familiar with Keiji's last name. And for Ko.....I guess I got tired from saying his name too much? I don't know."

"I don't know what's up with you, you never lied to me before. But I'll let this slip since it's not that important," He straightforwardly said.

She drooped her head down, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed by his gaze, "Shinsuke. Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what."

"Like you're going to do something illegal," Y/n hesitantly said.

He snickered but composed himself, "Y/n, no. I have morals. This is just how I look."

"Right...," She nodded, letting it drop.

Atsumu stumbled and coughed a little, he tapped on Y/n shoulder, but it soon turned to a tight grip. His eyes widened as he evidently look like he was struggling to breathe.

She and Kita were quick to respond. They helped him sit on the bench as Kita dashed somewhere to get water and towels. Osamu froze at the sight of his twin brother having trouble with his health. Suna frowned and approached them along with Osamu, and the others.

"Don't surround him," Y/n shot the team a glance and kneeled in front of Atsumu, whispering gentle words that hopefully can calm him down.

They nodded and sweatdropped. They never saw Atsumu this challenged. Mostly were just rage when he failed at something, and whatnot. But this was new.

"Miya, you can do it. Stay calm, composed, relaxed.....don't stress yourself too much," Y/n stroked his numb, shaking hands with her own soft ones. The coaches halted the team and put them on water break as they contacted the Miya household.

His eyes were slightly watery and dull, his brows were knitted in pain, his mouth slightly stayed open as he tried hard to breathe properly. Y/n grabbed the towel Kita had brought and used it to carefully tend to Atsumu's troubled state.

"....," He closed his eyes and focused on Y/n's hold. Atsumu didn't want her to leave when he still needs her.

"That's it, you're doing real great," Y/n whispered and stood up to caress his face lightly. Kita just stared with a blank face, letting it pass since Atsumu needed it at the moment.

Osamu approached him and awkwardly scratched his nape, ".....You good bro?"

Atsumu's eye twitched and he wanted to respond sarcastically, but he couldn't focus. His sense of hearing is muffled (he understood Osamu by twin instinct), vision dark, lips cold and trembling.

After a while, he finally calmed down and got his face and neck dried by Y/n with a towel. Omimi obeyed Y/n and disposed of the towel to put it with the dirty ones in a basket.

The manager guided Atsumu to the corner of the gym where Kita prepared a mini laying place for his junior. Atsumu relaxed himself on the blankets and weakly rested his head on Y/n's lap when she told him to use her as a pillow.

Atsumu's face weakly twisted as he thought it was pathetic of him to have an anxiety attack seemingly out of nowhere, but Y/n told him it's possibly stress from the busy school life, added with the club, and his fever.

Y/n stroked his soft sunny locks while lightly rubbing her small hand on his collar bones. Atsumu let himself melt and relax on her hold, he was still slightly palpitating, but she guided him to do the 4-7-8 breathing pattern as he lay.

If Atsumu wasn't in a vulnerable state right now, Suna and Osamu would've done something to seperate the omelette head from their pretty manager.

The girl confusedly hummed at the boy who stared at him with interest, he blushed and tried to look away, but Y/n softly cupped his cheek with a hand and turned him to her.

"What is it, Miya? You're a little red right now– I'll tell someone to get you another warm water?" She asked with sweetness laced in her tone.

He shyly looked at anything but her, "I'm just really moved....at how you take care of me even though the members still need a manager."

"Well, you're the one who needed it the most right now. And of course I'd do this, I'm your manager after all. I'm supposed to take care of you," She paused, "Hmm, do you want me to go home with you? I'll cook you tuna, a flavorful miso soup, and prepare you a really nice, lukewarm, and pleasant bath. And before you go to sleep, I'll prepare a warm and soft bed for you. Sounds good?" She hummed and drew circles on his forehead.

He grinned with a teasing glint on his eyes, "L/n~, you're treating me as if I'm your boyfriend."

"Mmm, do you want to be?" She half-jokingly asked and proceeded to draw imaginary flowers everywhere on his face, making him feel fluffy on the inside.

His smile disappeared, replaced with a flustered look and a red face (an attack earlier and his blood chose to appear at the wrong time). He clenched his heart mentally and thought it was uncool of him, the Miya Atsumu, to be flustered by a girl he barely knows. Sure he knew her number, name, age, classes, and subjects she ace at, but he never really knew her personally deep.

He felt as if he was out of character. But it was okay.

At least he gets to be under her gentle, caring, and sweet touch, that's all he really needed right now. And possibly forever.

"....I don't mind," He grinned at her. She froze.

An unconscious smile made its way on her face. Miya Atsumu was undeniably gorgeous in any angle, and he's beaming right now.

"You wish," She joked and proceeded to caress his face and hair.

Atsumu just closed his eyes and soon enough, he felt himself droop to sleep with one thought on his mind.

I'm not really into these type of things, but if it meant being cared for by you, I might just succumb to your spell, Y/n.

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