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"thank you, come again!" 

i waved to another couple as the guy wrapped his arm around his girl. it made me sad but i couldn't help but be happy for them. shoe bags in both their hands and i pouted. i needed someone to buy me shoes. 

"armani!" i turned around to my co-worker, yachi, came up to me with shoes in hand. "sup girly, what do you need?" i smiled. "there is this girl that needs a size that i can't find in the back, can you help?" i took the shoe out of her hand and looked at it. "what size? i don't feel like going back there so lemme look it up." i turned around to my computer. 

"8 in a half." i typed the shoe and the size, not finding anything. "we don't have it and if she tells you to look in the back, then tell her to come up here." yachi nodded, "thank you, ma'am." she said playfully and i rolled my eyes. "stop calling me that!" 

she laughed and walked back over to the girl. i heard the door opened and exited it out of my computer tabs, "hello, welcome to-." i stopped myself as i looked up. oh shit. "armani? is that you?" 

i dipped down so fast behind the counter and tried to make them go away. "i'm not dumb, mani." i sighed and popped back up. "hello bokuto." i waved and he squealed, "it is you! where have you been?!" he got playfully angry and i smiled sheepishly. "uh ya know, around." 

i knew most volleyball players from dating tendou and going to his games. i didn't wanna toot my own horn but i had to reject most of them because i was dating tendou. most of them were nice and understanding but i think one of of them won't take no for a fucking answer. but bokuto caught my eye after i catch him having on of his so-called, emo modes and we just clicked at being friends. 

"what are you doing here?" i questioned and he moved out the way so i could see the rest of his teammates. oh no, all of japan's men national volleyball team. "oh you've gotta be kidding me." i muttered. aran making direct eye contact with me. "aran, bring your ass over here." 

"it slipped my mind that you worked here." 

"oh!? nigga, you are so lucky that akari is with her grandmother." i hissed and smiled as more of his team walked in to footlocker. "you two know each other?" bokuto asked, looking in between the both of us. "you could say that." i muttered. 

"hey, are you armani?" a guy came up to me. he had spiked up hair with green eyes, a lanyard around his next with his name. iwaizumi? "uh yeah that me." i remained polite, this was my job after all. "good, aran recommended me to you but can you help get all of my player's shoes?" my eyes widened and i looked around to all of aran's teammates. "can i get like a...estimated number on how many there are?" i asked. 

this was gonna kill me and i was gonna kill aran for bringing them all to me. i tried to remain secret and not let half of japan know where i was and now half of japan's best were at my job. "uh yeah, there are 12 of them." oh shit, so many shoes. 

"yachi! i need you!" i turned around to go find the girl. "i'm here-."

"i need you to look in the back-."

"yeah ma'am we don't have your shoe and me and my co-worker have bigger things to do." i dragged yachi to the front desk in panic. "thank you for that but what's wrong?"

"we have japan's greatest volleyball players in our store and they are all looking for shoes. help me." i pleaded desperately and she stiffed. "a-as in...t-tall men?" oh this was not good, yachi was freaking and i was close to going there. i walked up to the front desk and smiled. "can i get all their shoe sizes, i want to make this easier for myself."

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"i need a size 16, yachi do we even carry that high of a size?" i groaned, exasperated. "stop that! you're freaking me out even more! these guys are giants." she frantically looked for another shoe for another player. footlocker was now over run by these giants of japan's greatest and i was doing my best to avoid a certain person.