Just as a forewarning, I'm pretty far behind in the manga (like, in the mid 40s at the time of writing this, where Karasuno hasn't 'officially' played against Seijoh yet (like, towards the tear-jerking end of the first season of the anime, so that peeps can understand the reference point)(I have finished both seasons of the anime, however, and am really super stoked about season 3) and, as far as I've been spoiled for the manga, Kunimi and Kindaichi are making a reappearance, so SEIJOH ISN'T COMPLETELY DEAD AND GONE, YAY.
As such, if Kunimi and/or Kindaichi gets some character development in the latest chapters of the manga that make any writings I make for either of them inaccurate, I'm really sorry.
Okay, note over! Back to the good stuff.
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Everyone was... tall.
Like, really... really tall.
Why was everyone here so tall?
You swallowed hard, trying your hardest to keep your head up and eyes forward. No need to be nervous, after all. None at all.
A gentle hand on your shoulder startles you out of your reverie, making you look up towards the handsome face that was standing beside you. He was a third year, you remembered, and quite popular amongst all the girls in your class. There wasn't a day that went by that his name wasn't mentioned at least once with a loving sigh.
At least, that had been your experience with him so far.
He gives you an easy smile before turning back to face the crowd before the two of you.
"Everyone," he said coolly, "I'd like you to give a warm welcome to [Name]-chan. She's taking the manager position this year."
As if to add onto your nerves, your reception was met with mixed views. There were a few familiar faces in the crowd as you searched their faces. Kunimi and Kindaichi were faces you knew from class. At least Kindaichi seemed excited to see you; Kunimi had the same expression you've always seen on him, so it was hard to tell what he was thinking. The two present second years looked genial and friendly enough, so you were relieved.
It was with the third years that you met some resistance. Well, just one really. The taller two were also seemingly easy-going and friendly. They even waved hello and said 'Welcome to the club, First Year Manager-chan' so that calmed you as well.
The other third year, well...
"...She's not one of your fangirls, is she, Shittykawa?"
"Iwa-chan!" The third year beside you cried out indignantly, reaching around you to cover up your ears lightly. "Not in front of our manager-chan! Don't taint her first year ears, you fiend!"
"Is she or isn't she, Trashykawa!" he was practically yelling now, making you step back further.
"No need to be rude, Iwa-chan." He finally removed his (large, calloused, and oddly cool to the touch) hands from your head and stood in front of you, in a way kind of shielding you, but not really. He cleared his throat and ignored 'Iwa-chan', or Iwaizumi-senpai, as you later learn. He, Oikawa-senpai, introduces you to the rest of the team, and makes sure to tell everyone to be nice to you, else it's 'one million laps around the gym, one million diving drills, and one million receiving drills, all courtesy of their beloved captain!' You could see from the faces spread across the room just what they thought of that statement.
Despite the first impression you have received, you held your head high and still promised to do your best as Seijoh's manager, and the boys all greeted and welcomed you warmly.
Still, throughout the introduction and 'orientation', you could help but feel like someone was watching you. When you turned to look, you always saw Kunimi pointedly turning his face away. What's got him so interested in you, you wonder. You shake off the thought, though. You needed to be a manager now.
YOU ARE READING
Manager Princess
Fanfiction[Various Seijoh Members x Fem!Reader] No one had said the manager's job was going to be easy. A collection of one shots involving the boys from Seijoh and their Manager Princess.
