Manager Princess

[Makki/Matsun x Reader] The Kind Oikawa-san's Fangirls

There are some days you wonder why certain things happen to you. Was it karma? Pure dumb luck? Destiny?

No, most definitely not.

So, why was it that your back was against the shoe lockers this early morning, three girls surrounding you in a tight formation, all eying you with a fierce look?

They were all younger than you, you could tell by the special markings on their uniforms, similar to your own. First years, from what you could tell. You yourself had worn a similar uniform just two years prior. It would have felt nostalgic, had you not been surrounded by it threateningly.

"[Last name]-senpai!" all three chorused, startling you. You had barely managed to stutter out a response.

"Y-yes? Is there... something I can help you with?" Why were these first years scaring you, a third year, so badly? Shouldn't they be the ones afraid of you?

Once the words were out of your mouth, their intensity grew, the fire in their eyes greater than before. You could feel heart about ready to give out from fright when all three bowed simultaneously, each eagerly holding out a single sheet of paper.

"Please consider me when choosing a new manager for the volleyball team, [Last Name]-senpai!"

Wait, manager-? Oh yes, that's right.

You managed the volleyball team. Had for the last three years now. It was that time of year again, wasn't it? The same thing had happened in your second year too, when you had managed the team on your own when your senpai had resigned and graduated.

Suddenly, this entire situation made so much more sense and a small wave of relief washed over you.

Your senpai was lucky to have never dealt with this, and your future kouhai will likely won't have this problem in the future.

Again, you wonder if karma had it out for you. What did you even do in your past life to deserve this?

"U-umm," you began, "I'm very grateful for your enthusiasm and thank you for wanting to be a part of the Volleyball Club, but it's not me you should be submitting your applications to. They go to the Club Activities Director, actually."

It was a small lie, a practiced one. You could, technically speaking, accept club application forms, as it was going to be your successor you're looking into. But, as grateful as you were for their enthusiasm, there were just too many applications for you and the coach to go through alone. It was starting to interfere with your own club activities. Looking for a successor was important, of course, but so were your duties as current manager. There was only so much you could do on top of manager duties, school, and various other things. 

So, in lieu of flat out refusing some applications (as you've had to do on more than your willing to admit. Really, applying for a club where you don't even go to the school is an instant rejection), you just redirect them towards the correct place, the place that had much better filtering capabilities than you do, and the time to actually look through them to see if they are serious about applying.

The director also knows to look for any mention of 'Oikawa Tooru' or any variations of his name and have it as an instant red flag, at your request. As much as you hate to admit it, it worked as the best filter, and eased a lot of your headaches.

Finally, the girls backed off, their eyes betraying their embarrassment. You gave them a warm smile, telling them that it was an easy mistake to make, and no harm done and whatnot, another practiced response. Too practiced it felt sometimes.

And, like you were really going to reveal you had the daylights scared out of you by three girls two years younger than you. 

Nonetheless, you were genial with them, wishing them luck on their applications, and the obligatory 'Thanks for the Support' and 'Hope to see you at our next match!'

Once they were finally gone, you could feel your feet giving out from under you. You could swear all this stress was taking years off your life with every girl that approaches you with an application. Was it possible to faint from near-death experiences?

Before you could completely fall, however, two pairs of strong arms caught you and steadied you.

"Easy there, princess," a familiar voice said from your front, your nose pressed into a broad chest. "Don't go fainting on us first thing in the morning."

Ah yes, Hanamaki. You should have known. So, if it was Hanamaki in front of you, that must mean the pair of arms behind you is-

"Fangirls again?" The voice echoed behind you, being as steady as he could be until he was sure you were okay. 

Matsukawa, yep, that was definitely his voice behind you, you were sure of it. One was rarely seen without the other somewhere close by. It had been that way since you've known them.

You could barely keep yourself from groaning. Why did it have to be these two this early?

"Really now," Hanamaki continued, clicking his tongue, "First Years these days... they should really learn to respect their senpais, y'know. I'm half tempted to tell Oikawa-san how the first years are treating our dear manager. Such disrespect."

You knew he wouldn't do it, as Matsukawa wouldn't either. As much as they loved teasing Oikawa, they had to admit he brought a lot of publicity to the Volleyball Club. Not to mention it would hurt his feelings or something like that, according to them.

It's not as though you were much better in not telling him about your troubles with his fans. You knew how much he thrived on that attention, and felt bad if you ever did have to tell him. For now, your only relief from the matter was Iwaizumi and his... handling of Oikawa and his fangirls. Come to think of it, you hadn't really told Iwaizumi either, about your troubles with Oikawa's fangirls. You just had a bad feeling something worse would happen if Iwaizami knew, being the closest to Oikawa.

It was probably safest that only Hanamaki and Matsukawa knew. It wasn't a solution to the problem, but there really wasn't an easy solution to the problem, either way.

You were also getting kind of uncomfortable with how close the two of them were still, having not moved since they had saved you from falling. 

"Feeling stable enough, Princess?" Matsukawa said this time, his grip still steady and tight as when he had first grabbed you.

"Can you both stop calling me that?" you said, a pout forming on your lips.

"But you are," he continued, his chin coming down to rest on your shoulder, "A lady amongst us savages of the Volleyball team."

"Ah," Hanamaki agreed, his face coming incredibly close, resting his forehead on yours, looking you in the eye. "The diamond in the rough."

Matsukawa's nose came against your cheek, brushing it while he breathed against you. Your face was turning completely red, you could feel it. 

"G-guys..." You said, your heart starting race.

"Yes, Princess?" they responded cooly, both sharing the same cheshire grin.

You swallowed uncomfortably, something both undoubtedly heard because of how close they were. You took a quick, short breath, raising your hands to place one on each boy. There was a momentary pause and then-

The shrill shriek of the morning warning bell stopped all of you in your tracks. Taking advantage of the situation, you pushed both away with a shove and stepped out from between them, panting softly, hands against your chest.

"Go to class, you idiots!" you panted, obviously failing to hide how they had flustered you so much.

Both were also momentarily stunned, but they were quick to recover. Matsukawa spoke first, giving an elegant bow of his head, hand over his heart.

"As her highness commands." Your face was still heated, and his words only seemed to darken your cheeks further, "we wish you well on your journey to your own classroom."

"We shall humbly await your arrival to afternoon practice, dear princess." Hanamaki repeated Matsukawa's kind gesture, his grin still present on his face. "Don't disappoint your audience, highness. Your presence is like a beacon of light and warmth for us commoners, after all."

"Go to class!" You shout at them, turning your back to them and walking away quickly.

"Have a good day, princess~" They chimed behind you, making you walk faster.