Inarizaki's Demon Dad

Chapter 29

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M/n decided to tend to the other teams that doesn't have managers, meaning to say he's going to be tending nekoma. Seijoh is obviously out of the question.

"Alright, i'll be in your care due to personal reasons, i hope we get along."

M/n wasted no time in indulging with pleasantries with the boys, he isn't in the mood to be buddy buddy, for now atleast.

"We hope you treat us well too, demon manager~"

"With all due respect, cuckhead, i have a name so please do call me that instead of ridiculous names, yeah?"

M/n patted the captain's back.

The rest of the team was saying 'oohhh' while, their libero, decided to chime in.

"No way! he called you a cuckhead! get fucked!"

Kuroo tried retaliating but only ended in vain when his best friend, kenma joined in.

"Sucks to suck, kuroo"

Kenma stifled a laugh, to which kuroo screamed in protest.

"Kenma! i thought you were by my side..!"

"who told you that...?"

M/n watched as the team bond over the poor misfortune of their captain, m/n couldn't help but feel out of place. He kind of missed his team, but quickly changed into a distasteful frown as he remembers how they handled what happened in the cafeteria.

He must've been staring at the distant for so long that the main libero was shaking him.

"Hey, m/n-san, you good?"

"Huh? oh yeah, you need something?"

Yaku smiled and just hugged the male, surprising him and the others.

"You'll get through it, m/n-san i know you can do it."

He patted him, m/n couldn't help but feel a bit better and shy for how smooth and cool yaku was.

"Sorry, you just looked like you needed a hug."

Yaku realized his sudden action and broke contact, scratching the nape of his neck.

"I-it's fine, thank you for that tho..."

M/n looked away, forming an rather awkward yet a funny feeling.

"Ooooo, is the demon manager and demon libero is forming some kind of intimate relationship?"

Kuroo teased, Taketora and the others joining them but was quickly to shut up when yaku and m/n gave them the look of death.

"Alright stop making fun of us and start stretching for your match"

M/n shoo'd the players away, the players said their thanks and gave jokes before getting serious.

M/n laughed as he reverts to what he was supposed to be doing.

M/n had a wide smile, as he tends the bottles. Little did the boy know, his team was watching from the other side of the court. Regretting what happened, and what could've they done to make you smile like their opponents did.