You Did it Sumire!

Chaos

**Today was the day.** The anticipation had been building for weeks, and now, finally, the moment had arrived. The Red Falcons were about to face off against one of Japan's premier Division I volleyball teams, the Thunderhawks, in a much-anticipated practice match. The clock ticked towards 9 AM, the time when the clash would begin.

By 8:30 AM sharp, the air was already electric with the roaring of fans that filled the arena, a reminder of the Thunderhawks' imposing reputation. Their supporters, clad in vibrant hues of blue and gold, created a wave of sound that echoed through the stands, their enthusiasm almost tangible.

"Why aren't we that popular?" Nishida-san asked dejectedly, his voice barely audible over the raucous cheers reverberating throughout the gym.

"Because they're a top team in Division I while we're in Division II," Kita-san answered bluntly, his straightforwardness eliciting a laugh from their coach. Sumire, ever the peacemaker, moved closer to Nishida-san and gently patted his back, her presence a soothing balm to his wounded pride.

"I don't know about anyone else, but for me..." Sumire declared, her voice rising above the clamorous sea of fans as she pointed to each member of her team. "**YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!**"

"**YEAHHHH!**" The Red Falcons shouted back in unison, their spirits lifted by Sumire's heartfelt declaration. Kita-san couldn't help but chuckle at the display of camaraderie and optimism.

Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through the crowd, brimming with excitement. "Suma-chan!" Bokuto-san's voice boomed from the gym entrance, and before anyone could react, he was sprinting towards the Falcons. Without missing a beat, he scooped Sumire up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her toward the Thunderhawks.

"Guys, just borrowing her for a while," he called back to the Falcons, his grin wide and unapologetic.

"Wait, what was that?" Nishida-san exclaimed, instinctively grabbing hold of Yuki-kun, who looked ready to bolt after Bokuto-san.

"Don't worry about it," Suna-san reassured, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "That's just one of Japan's best spikers and the world's number one simpleton. I'll go get our manager back." He said this to Nishida-san and Kita-san while the coaches of both teams were busy catching up, engrossed in a friendly pre-match discussion.

Bokuto-san finally set Sumire down in front of the Thunderhawks, where Atsumu-san stepped forward, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he introduced her to his team.

"This is Suma-chan, the one I've been telling you about." Atsumu-san announced with a playful flourish, and immediately, the Thunderhawks gathered around her, their curiosity piqued by the introduction. Sumire felt a wave of nervousness wash over her, the sudden attention making her uneasy.

"Oi, shithead, you're making her uncomfortable," Osamu-san chastised, pulling Sumire gently out of the crowd and positioning her near himself and Sakusa-san. His protective stance brought Sumire a sense of relief.

She bowed shyly to the Thunderhawks, her voice steady despite her nerves. "Good morning, everyone. I am Yamashita Sumire, and I'll be managing your team along with the Red Falcons today. Please feel free to ask me if you need anything." Her words were met with respectful nods and appreciative murmurs from the Thunderhawks, who were clearly impressed by her composure.

Suna-san, who had quietly followed and stood nearby, watched the interaction with a sense of pride swelling in his chest. Sumire handled the situation with grace, and he couldn't help but admire her poise.

Then, one of the Thunderhawks, emboldened by the informal atmosphere, called out teasingly, "Yamashita-san, are you single?"

"Huh?" Sumire stammered, taken aback by the unexpected question. She fumbled over her words, unsure how to respond. Atsumu-san quickly nudged the player in admonishment, signaling him to back off.