The Transfer Student (Aoba Johsai x Reader)

Four: Practice Makes Perfect, Right?

The boys cheer as Mizoguchi explains my new position to the team. 

"So, Y/N-chan will be our new manager? I'm so excited!"

Kindachi says, his earnest voice making me grin. 

"Yep, and I can't wait to see what you can do! Makki says you guys are are insanely good!"

I hype them up, their positive energy being contagious for me. The third years all grin, big smiles on their faces. 

"Y/N/N (your nickname), you're gonna be a great manager, I just know it!"

Makki says, using my nickname. At the words, the rest of the team begins to fangirl even more, this making me laugh. 

"Yay! Now let's get to work! We've got some big games coming up!"

Coach Irihata reminds the team, who all gives me high fives before starting their warmp-ups.

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"Y/N-chan! We have to teach you to spike!"

Oikawa yells to me while sipping his water, and I shrug. 

"Sure, that sounds fun. Iwa, can you teach me?

I ask, turning away from the now shocked setter to look at the ace himself. Surprisingly, Iwaizumi grins, pointing to my brother and Mattsun. 

"Yeah, we got you. After practice today sound good?"

He offers, and I nod in agreement, a big smile forming on my face. 

"Yes! I can't wait! Can you also teach me how to set?"

At these words, the captain seems to be revived, and he leaps towards Iwa and I. 

"Y/N/N-chan, I'll help you set! I'm only the best setter in the prefecture, after all." 

The brunette leans on my shoulder and I sigh, glancing into his giant brown eyes.

"I guess you can come too."

My words make Oikawa squeal, and Iwa smacks him. The duo returns to fighting each other, and Coach Irihata's whistle summons them to practice. Excitedly, I begin to write stuff down about the team, ready to learn even more about the sport I already love.

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"Y/N, good job today!"

Yahaba hypes me up, patting my back as him and the other younger cadets begin to depart from the gym. Iwa seems to be scolding Mad Dog as he leaves, and I watch the duo until I feel pressure on my shoulder. 

"Mattsun! Get off of me!"

I jokingly complain, lightly shoving him off my arm. Mattsun follows my gaze, a  smirk forming on his face. 

"Iwa, huh? Or do you want Mad Dog?"

He jokes, and is soon joined by Makki. 

"Or even..... both?"

My annoying stepbro suggests, causing me to gasp and slap him.