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CHAPTER 5
「 Manager 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ FOR THE LONGEST time, Midorima thought [M.Name] was a volleyball player from all the word that's been circling around that he got stricter in practice, he thought he was the captain and that he put immense pressure on the players to get them better during practice. He really wasn't expecting for him to be the manager instead — although that also made sense as to why people comment on his strictness regarding the sport.
"With [M.Name] around, we'll never lose a single match!" Coach Takane cheered while waving a hand towards the said boy, his wrinkled face had both an arrogant gleam and a satisfied grin as his eyes never left the court filled with players, all doing their hardest under the watchful gaze of [M.Name] standing not so close to the coach. Midorima let his eyes fall upon him subtly, observing how he'd look at one player then another and write on the clipboard in his hand. It was just one of those times where he'd quietly watch him do whatever it is that he was doing and feel himself be satisfied with his movements.
It's like watching a robot — as much as he hates to admit it — do something that's already programmed into it. It was both fascinating and disturbing, and he liked it.
"Wow, he really is strict." Takao marvelled at how [M.Name] was quick to call the players to him, calling them out on how they did this and that wrong with the same polite smile on his pretty face. Midorima momentarily forgot that he existed if not for how he kept commenting about [M.Name] beside him. "Oh, he is! But it's good, we had a practice match with another school and the gap between the scores was larger than I expected! He thought them a lot of things." Coach Takane continued to praise the boy with a delighted tone, explaining to both the basketball players about the training regimen his favourite student had placed on the team.
It was only after half an hour of more practice did [M.Name] let them go, Coach Takane was sitting comfortably in his chair while Midorima and Takao still watched on. Even from afar, the green haired teen could tell that he felt quite happy as he talked to the coach, there was a light hop in his steps and a cute bob to his head as he told him about the team's results, giving him the clipboard with all his notes and observations afterwards. He couldn't exactly hear their conversation since [M.Name] was speaking in a much softer voice but with how the coach laughed heartily, it meant everything was going good.
