y/n's pov

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"Absurd. This is absurd."

I paced back and forth in front of my front door. I refuse to go outside– I'm scared that as soon as I get out, all of this isn't true. Plus, I'm not the slightest bit convinced at what the letter said. I thought it was some kind of prank but then again, how the hell am I alive after I just literally hung myself?

The letter darkened after I had read it yesterday. To be honest I barely got sleep. I barely got any rest. I wonder if I'm still a manager...?

"Y/n, what are you still doing here? You're going to be late for school."

I froze as I stared at my mom who wore a frown. She was drying her hands with a towel as if she just finished washing dishes. I just nodded slowly and opened the door to exit.

"Right...well, bye...," I quietly mumbled and dashed out of the house.

Fuck, I didn't know it'd be this chilly in the morning.

People stared at me weirdly as I huffed with probably a flushed face. My legs slightly shook as I ran for the bus. I sat down on a vacant seat after getting in, frowning at how short my skirt is. And I'm wearing ankle socks, too, so that's shittier.

"L-L/n-san!"

I jolted and looked at the boy beside me, my brows furrowed, "Uh, do I know you?"

Something flashed in his eyes but he just grinned nonetheless, "Ah, you don't remember me? Aw that's.....it kinda hurts," He let out an awkward, but bitter, laugh.

"...No?" I confusedly asked.

He just shook his head, "Never mind. Let's just wait for us to arrive at school."

"O.....kay," I slowly nodded my head and focused on my fingers that rested on top of my bag.

...

All through out the ride, I could feel his gaze.

I sweatdropped as he continued to follow me. The gym doors are near, I could hear the squeaks of shoes in ground, balls bouncing and impacting. Why won't this guy go away?? Does he know– is he even aware that he's been following me like a goddamn dog?

"Um, do you need something?" I whipped around quickly to catch him off-guard. He jolted and tried to run away, but I gripped his arm tight with a hand.

"I asked. You're obliged to answer," I lazily gave him a glare.

He shook his head quickly and harshly pulled away form my grip, "You won't understand....anyways, I gotta go!"

I swear I saw him wear a sickening smile after that.

"...Weird," I muttered and got inside the room for me only. I changed into my tracksuit and grabbed the necessary items like clipboard, pen, whistle, and the stack of clean towels for the boys.

This feels strange. Being revived is surely unsettling.

Opening the gym doors with gaze focused on the ground, I slightly bowed before going to the bench assigned for me. The coaches greeted me but I just nodded.

"L/n."

I looked up from my clipboard after zoning out, "Oh, captain. Goodmorning."

Kita nodded and sat beside me, "Goodmorning. How are you? You didn't go to school for 2 days, are you sure you're fine? You in condition for school?"

"A-Ah, yes. I'm alright. Thank you for the concern," I cursed under my breath as I refused to be flustered by his kind gesture.

He nodded again, "Anything for my manager."

With that, he stood up and played with the others. An unconscious faint smile tugged on my lips but my eyes couldn't help but cloud in sadness. I suddenly jolted– Suna.

Where are you?-

Right after I thought of that, my gaze caught his empty ones. He stiffened before looking away with a frown. I was about to approach them when suddenly, two dorks blocked my way.

"Hey, hey, Y/n! Guess what– me and 'Samu made a new combo!" The blonde grinned happily as he rested his arm on his twin's shoulder.

"Ew, get yer arm off of me, ya brat," Osamu cringed and shoved him away. The silver head looked at me with a slightly flushed face before giving a small smile, "Goodmorning, Y/n."

Atsumu whined at him and rubbed his arm with a pout. I nodded lightly and twirled my pen between my pointer and middle finger, "Goodmorning, Silver Miya."

"Please don't call me that, my name is Osamu ya know?" He frowned and pinched my cheek. I cringed and tried to push him away, but Atsumu beat me to it.

He growled at his twin, "Oi 'Samu, only I get to pinch Y/n."

"Yer gross, stop being weird 'Tsumu," Osamu shook his head disappointingly before ruffling my hair, which irked Atsumu more.

He flicked Osamu's forehead, "Bastard, I'm older than ya! You should watch how ye speak."

"Now, now," I nervously removed his hand and smiled faintly, "You should focus on morning practice before-"

"Atsumu. Osamu. Back to court now or 10 laps around the field."

Too late I guess.

"Sigh, this is all yer fault 'Samu. If ya hadn't been a dickie Kita-san would atleast give us consideration," Atsumu dramatically sighed and casually walked away after messing up my hair. His pace quickened and soon turned to running when Osamu chased him around the gym.

Dorks, now they have to run laps. That's inevitable, too, I guess.

I finally approached Suna and fidgeted. Suddenly running out of words to say. He noticed me idle behind him and he raised a brow as he stared down at me. Curse my lack of height.

"You need something...?" He muttered.

I tensed and felt my face slightly burn, "Oh um, not really. I just wanted to ask if you're doing fine– I, well, of course I need to know right? I'm the manager after all."

"....," He shrugged lightly, "K, I guess."

"I see...," I nodded slowly, "Well, please enjoy this morning up to the end of the day. I care about you," I smiled and tried hard not to look like I'm interested. Just make him see that I'm just being friendly and doing my job as the manager.

He pursed his lips before nodding, "Right."

Shit, was I too much?

After that he went on his way to the court, leaving me feeling excited. This is a second chance to lighten him up– I won't mess it up no matter what. Suna needs caring love, and he deserves a lot of it.

My objective stays like that, it won't falter.

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