Karasuno's Managers: Little Ukai and The Vulnerable

6: There's Nothing Wrong With Being Stupid

Day 1

The time on her phone read 8:54 am. School was going to start in six minutes, and she was no closer to finding the classroom.

Emiko was supposed to wait for Suna so that after practice, he could show her around the school and walk her to their first class. After experiencing the declaration of war, she took a risk and retreated. Now that decision was coming to bite her because the classroom numbers did not make any sense and she nearly locked herself in the janitor's closet.

She cursed at herself for leaving the one person she was supposed to rely on while being here. One option was to text Mrs. Suna and ask for her son's phone number, but the thought of what he could do with her phone number was unsettling.

The next step was to find an adult. She reached the attendance office and poked her head in. "Hello? I need to make an announcement. Hello? Is anyone here?" the door closed, and she peeped around. "Well then."

She jumped into the spinning chair behind the desk and pulled herself to the table where the intercom sat. Clearing her throat, Emiko pressed the button labelled school-wide announcements.

"Sup Inarizaki, I hope you all are having an amazing day. Can I- wait," she gasped, "I'm supposed to be a secretary. This needs to be more professional. Okay, let's start over." She paused and deepened her voice. "Good morning students, may Rintaro Suna please report to the attendance office. That's Rintaro Suna to the attendance office, thank you for your time and have a wonderful day."

She lifted her finger off the button and went to wait by the door. Now, there were four minutes before class started. Her thoughts wandered to her seatmate back at Karasuno and what he would be doing right about now.

After her old seatmate Akiro Iro had almost punched her square in the face, in front of the entire class and the Sensei, Emiko was moved to the far right side of the classroom. Her new seatmate was a boy on the basketball team who drooled on his desk as he slept.

To say that it was an upgrade, would be an understatement.

The door opened and Emiko glanced up. She smiled sheepishly at the frowning boy.

"Please don't hit me."

He squinted his cat-like eyes and turned around. Emiko ran after him. He was nothing like what Mrs. Suna described but she could understand the bias. He was not tiny, but by the way his shoulders hunched and how he dragged his feet, he did look small.

The classroom was at the end of the hallway. The Sensei greeted her as they entered and asked her to sit next to Suna. She followed him to the desk at the back of the classroom.

Her Sensei had provided her with a full two weeks of homework and lessons to complete and she would rather not spend her evenings doing it. So, Emiko got to work arranging her notebooks and pens.

Just as she completed the first math question, someone dropped a black bag on the desk. Her nose scrunched in distaste and she looked up.

Bored, round grey eyes peered down. He leaned closer and pouted. "Up."

"What?"

"Up."

Emiko tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling. The tiles were white. There was nothing of interest there. She flickered her stare back to the grey-eyed twin and frowned. "Are you talking about the Pixar movie Up?"

"Move," he grumbled.

"Dude, move your mouth. I don't know what you're saying."

He slammed his hands on the desk and got in her face. "Move!" he dragged the word out.