𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 - 𝐦. 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝟏𝟕

kita's a cutie

<3

you were still mortified that you had dropped your juice on kita. firstly, because it was just plain embarrassing, and secondly because he was a third year.

osamu groaned and rolled his eyes. he was tired of you talking about it, "you're being so dramatic right now. it is not a big deal." he took short, punctual pauses in his last sentence to really emphasize his point. you and osamu were making your way to practice.

"hey!" the two of you turned back. atsumu strolled over to you two, a bright smile spread across his face. "you comin' today?" he asks you.

you shrug.

"she's bummed," osamu tells his brother.

atsumu eyes you curiously before glancing back up at him, "how come?"

"she's just being her usual, dramatic self." osamu says, to which you nudge him. "it's annoying," he adds that last bit quietly.

atsumu hums at that, "yeah, she becomes a real pain in the ass-"

"okay," you mutter, pushing both brothers in irritation, "you guys are mean."

"we know," they both say in unison. the two look at each other after they say the same thing then high-five each other, making you roll your eyes.

they're ridiculous.

you decide to join practice for the second time. you place your stuff down near the stands before sitting down. you catch a glimpse of kita who smiles at you. he starts walking over.

before he can say anything, though you blurt out, "i'm sorry again! i feel so bad."

"really? i couldn't tell," you're a bit taken aback by his sarcasm, but it makes you smile. he seems content with your reaction, "it's fine. i just need to clean my uniform, that's all."

his eyes skim the gym briefly before he turns back to you, "i'm going to help before coach yells at me. it's nice to see you at practice again though."

you watch as he runs over to his teammates who are struggling to tighten the net.

then atsumu comes up to you, a grin etched on his face, "not gonna be all cute and flirty with your favorite player?"

you groan, "okay, i wasn't flirting."

the blonde tilts his head at your objection, "and i never should've told you that - actually, i take it back!"

"you can never take that back," he leans towards you, "i'm your favorite."

you hold his gaze, unable to keep yourself from smiling. you place your hand on his shoulder and push him, "go away, you weirdo. shouldn't you be helping?"

like on cue, coach kurosu cuts your bickering short, "hey! why aren't you helping set up?" he asks, his stern glare making atsumu nervous.

the blonde bows his head quickly, "sorry coach."

he hurries off.

coach kurosu's eyes follow him for a moment before he turns back to you, not looking too pleased with you either.

"i thought you said you wouldn't be a distraction."

your brows knit together as you give him an apologetic look, "sorry coach, kurosu.. it won't happen again."

you hear a low grumble, but you can't make out what he says.

suddenly, he hands you a notebook and a pencil. your eyes switch between the notebook and him, waiting for an explanation.

"i want you to take notes on shiratorizawa's games." your mouth falls open as he hands you his phone that already has a loaded video of their game. you just need to click the play button. "osamu says you've played volleyball before. have you?"

"yeah, but-"

"great, so you know what you're doing." he looked at you expectantly. there was an impish smile adorning his face, almost like this was your punishment.

you let out a quiet sigh, "yeah. i'll take notes for you, coach kurosu."

his smile widens at your answer, "make sure you take useful notes, not some bullshit ones." coach tells you as he walks off.

you can't help but grimace at the plays shiratorizawa manages to pull off. shiratorizawa is a team that can do everything well, passing, hitting, blocking, everything, they don't particularly lack in anything.

you were starting to understand ginjima a bit more now.

after extensive note-taking you decide that the list you made is enough and practice is over by the time you're done.

coach kurosu made the boys gather around as he talks about next week's game.

the coach beckons you.

you comply, hurrying over, notebook in hand.

"so what do you have to say?" the coach asks, his eyes skimming the paper you filled.

why was he putting you on the spot? couldn't they watch film on their own and take their own notes?

"is she our manager now or something?" suna asks.

"no, just wanted her to help out," he tells suna quickly, dismissing him.

you start slowly, "okay.. so satori tendō, number 5, he's their best blocker."

"we know," suna muttered, earning a harsh smack from their coach.

"then you know he guesses?"

the boys give a nod.

"adding to that he's also going to be able to read you, atsumu," you turn to the blonde, "don't give away who you're setting."

"i never do," he gloats, earning a scoff from his coach.

your eyes focus back on the paper, "he's very consistent with his blocks. chances are he's gonna get a hand on every ball, so tool him or tip."

the hitters all have pensive looks on their faces.

"you have to seal the antenna on both wings," you mentioned, "their setter is almost always going to set their outside and sometimes their weak side, wakatoshi ushijima."

a collective groan erupts from the boys. you take it they don't like their ace.

"he's left-handed which is why you need to seal the antenna on weak side. you guys need to tire him out. if you can take him out of the play then he won't perform as well."

you continue to list off what you wrote down until coach kurosu stops you. he dismisses the team telling them to start cleaning up.

they begin taking down the net and putting the balls away.

coach kurosu stops and looks at you, "i'll be sure to remind them of these on game day. maybe you should be manager."

you shake your head, "i don't really know how any of that stuff works."

he quirks a brow, "stuff?"

"manager stuff."

coach kurosu looks at you as if you've said something dumb, but he doesn't comment on it.

"well," he clears his throat, "if you do decide that you want to be our manager i'm sure our old manager could teach you the 'stuff'."

you nod, "okay, thanks. i'll think about it."

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