Sacred Hearts|Kuroo Tetsurou

Chapter Four

A/N: The Akane mentioned in this chapter isn't Taketora's imouto. Its an OC.

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"Kiyoko-san has my heart.. she's so sexy!" Yamamato Taketora exclaimed, clutching his chest tightly.

"Isn't that Karasuno's manager?" Yaku asked, doing his stretches.

"It is. Tanaka and I've been in contact and he keeps updating me on how she ignores him coldly." An arrow entered his chest as the bald comically staggered. Then, suddenly a light bulb went off above his head.

Inuoka looked away, whistling. He did not want to get up to any trouble, especially with Yamamoto.

Taketora's eyes landed on the figure who walked into the gym and he ran towards him desperately, grabbing his shoulders. 

"Kuroooooo!!"

 The black haired boy grumbled. "What is it, Yamamoto? Stop yelling in my ears."

"We need a hot female manager!"

Silence ensued. Kenma who had ducked behind his taller friend as soon as he saw Yamamoto approaching slowly poked his head out from behind his back, seeing that he wasn't going to get attacked today.

"Huh?" Kuroo frowned. "We have no use for a manager. Aren't Coach Nekomata and Coach Naoi enough?"

Fire lit up in Yamamoto's eyes. "No! We have to get one! Please, Kuroo. Help me find a cute and sexy manager! I can't stand that Tanaka's smug face whenever he mentions Kiyoko-san."

"Its too early for this, Yamamoto." He sighed, running his hand through his bed hair. Kenma slowly stepped around from Kuroo's figure and looked up at him.

"Maybe you should give in. You know Yamamoto won't rest until he gets a female manager."

Looking at his childhood friend's verdict, he released a defeated sigh and Yamamoto whooped, tugging off his shirt and spinning it in the air.

"THANK YOU KENMA!"

"P-please don't hug me, Yamamoto."

"Oi! Lev! We're going on a little manager hunt today. Come with your senpai!" Lev nodded absentmindedly, still drowsy after waking up early.

Yaku face palmed, exchanging worried looks with Inuoka. "This isn't gonna end well."

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Hayami entered her school gates with a small smirk gracing her features. She felt smug returning back to school when no one knew what she had done. Well, no one except two people anyway and they were her close friends.

The two girls and single boy were close enough to be classified as best friends but she didn't like that label at all. 

Hayami was a very cautious and defensive person in general, cold to strangers and sweet to her friends. She had had bad experiences with 'best friends' in elementary and middle school, so for an odd reason, she never classified anyone with that label again. That label meant bad shit in her opinion.

Walking inside her class, she sat down on her seat. She was lucky to be able to get the classic shoujo manga heroine's seat by staring out of the window. It really was a good way to pass time; except when the wind blew all in her face and messing up her hair to resemble as if she just jumped out of bed and came to school.

"Hayami..."

She turned around to see her friend smiling softly at her and the brunette's eyes softened, standing up and hugging her. "You will be fine, Akane. I took care of the bastard."