𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

Days passed, and each one went, I crossed it out on my calendar. Waiting for the day where I can quit being a manager. It has already been a couple of weeks that meant only two and a half months left till the day comes. Glancing around the gym to see the boys running about, doing all sorts. I still didn't understand the game and didn't want to learn it.

I'm sure once I'm gone, there will be someone dedicated to the team that they would bother to learn the rules. For example, my sister. I'm sure she was watching videos online thinking she would get the job, but that one mistake changed our fates. There was no one in particular that I talked to, but there were a few friendly people, unlike Kuroo.

Bending down as I began picking up some of the stray balls when I saw someone coming in my direction. It was Yaku, he was a third-year as well. He gave me a small smile before helping me picking up the balls, "thank you." One thing I learnt was to never speak about his height. "Kenma, over here!" our very tall first year yelled out to the pudding head setter. I knew what a setter was due to Kuroo trying to teach me about volleyball despite my disagreement. I would never tell him that I actually learned a position; otherwise, he would never shut up about it.

Standing on the edge of the court, spinning a ball in my hand as I watched the scene. After the begging from Lev, Kenma threw him one set which he actually managed to spike down. The edge of my mouth turned up but quickly turning back to normal, the boy had a lack of experience in the game just like me, but he was willing to learn. A sudden weight fell on my shoulder, looking up to see none other than Kuroo. Pushing him off me as I walked away to finish cleaning up, "everyone's going out to eat, wanna join." I shook my hand as I placed all the balls into the basket, "why? You never come and don't think I didn't see that smile" he moved in front of me with a smirk. "Your warming up to us" I shook my head once more as I walked around me, "no, I'm not, and I'm busy."

His face dropped as he carried on following me around like a little kitten, bugging me as I was trying to get on with my duty. Counting the balls to see them all there, pushing the trolly to the storage room with the captain fill following me. At the end of each week, they would always go out to eat, and each time I would say no. There was no way I would hang out with them, I wasn't their friend. Stopping in my track as the boy stood on the opposite side holding the trolly, narrowing my eyes. "Why do you want me to come so badly?" crossing my arms as he simply smiled at me, not one of those smirks. A real, genuine smile.

"We are a team, so why shouldn't we eat together."

It was a simple answer, but for some reason, I wasn't expecting it. Maybe I had expected some other motive, but they really saw me as apart of their team. Nothing left my mouth as I noticed he had let go of the trolley and began to push passed him leaving him behind, "once this term is over, I'm gone." With my back towards him, I couldn't see the expression he was making, but I could feel his eyes on me.

Walking back to the gym to see the boys talking, "did our cute manager say no again?" Inuoka asked their captain who had a defeated face. "Some people like to be left alone and go home" Kenma glared at Kuroo, hoping he would get the hint and let him go home to play his games but Kuroo just simply ignored him.

As I casually walked past him, Yamamoto stared at me, "girl. Manager" he whispered to Fukunaga. Rolling my eyes at their childish behaviour before grabbing my stuff and heading to the changing room. Ever since I first join, Yamamoto has hardly talked to me but only watched from a safe distance. He acts all shy around me just because I'm a girl, but I've seen him act tough around the others. It's funny to think that he's the one who had been begging for a female manager.

Once I finished changing, it was finally time for me to go home and relax after such a long day. Walking out of the room, I wasn't expecting to see all the boys standing there. "What are you doing?" pulling my bag up as it was beginning to drop, hearing the notification from my phone, it was a text from my dad. The first years were pushed to the front before bowing down, "(Y/N), please join us" they all shouted out but sadly for them I was someone who could say no easily. "No" my answer was short with no emotion, they all looked like I had just shot them in the heart. "So cold" I overheard Lev whispering not so quiet to some of the others, but I didn't care.

I walked away from the group with a small wave before I heard my name, not even stopping in my walk I yell back, "I'm not changing my mind so just let me go home!" I was almost to the gate when I heard the patterning of feet drumming on the floor. Stopping my movements as I turn around to see him running towards me. "Why are you running?" I asked him with one of my eyebrows raised. However, when I took a closer look I could see he was holding something, "the found this in the gym" Kuroo spoke in between breaths ", and I wanted to give it to you before you went home." Taking the object off him to see my water bottle, "thanks, I have to go now" he nodded his head as I resumed my walk.

I could feel his gaze on me, "get home safe" he yelled, I didn't say anything as I spotted the familiar black car sitting on the side of the road waiting for me. Opening the door, but before getting in, I turned around to see his figure walking back to the team. Sliding in my seat at the front next to dad, glancing to the side to see him smiling softly, "why are you happy?" I questioned as I put my seatbelt on. "(Y/N), you are finally interacting with others. I thought you would be a loner forever" rolling my eyes as I patiently waited for him to start the car, "wait" he paused as I turned to look at his eyes become glassy, "are they your friends?" A tear fell from his eyes, but I wiped it away. "No, I will never have friends." That one sentence destroyed his whole mood, nothing else was said as we drove off.

Everyone has there reasons for doing things, and I have mine.