MR LOVERMAN | TSUKKI

- four.

juice | four

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i pressed the button on the vending machine, getting my juice. waiting for it to fall down into the section to get it, i tapped my foot on the floor.

grabbing my juice, i stabbed the straw into the hole that was covered with a thin layer of foil. taking a sip, i felt a tap on my shoulder which made me choke.

"oh, i didn't mean to scare you." kageyama said, his eyes widening. i was still coughing, my eyes watering a bit.

"are... you okay?" he asked, listening to me dying from his accidental jump scare.

"yeah, i- you just scared me." i muttered, coughing in between my words. i moved to the side, guessing he wanted something from the vending machine. he stepped up to it and pressed two button, both of which carried a milk carton. i guess he hates just pressing one.

after getting his milk carton, he turned to me.

"you're our new manager, right?" kageyama mumbled, sipping his milk aggressively.

"oh, uh yeah." i replied, awkwardly looking around. it was a bit weird that out of all people, kageyama would be the one to start a conversation with me.

"don't forget to come to practice after school today." he said, throwing away his milk box in the nearby trash can, then walking away.

"um, okay." i said, not knowing what to say. i quickly finished my juice, threw it away, then rushed back to my class room.

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putting on a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt, i came out of the locker room and went into the gym. there, i saw another girl that looked my grade. she had blonde short hair and looked very nervous.

i decided to approach her, since she seemed even more nervous than i was.

"hello!" i said, waving at her as i stepped closer.

"oh, h-hi!" she stammered, jumping a bit at my sudden greeting.

"are you another manager here? my name is l/n, but you can call me y/n." i said, fiddling with my fingers. i hope i don't sound too weird.

"oh, yeah i am. my name is yachi!" yachi said, calming down a bit more. we started talking about how we got in this club as managers and things like that. as we continued to talk we also watched over the practice, then everyone else gathered in a circle together.

yachi and i walked over and sat down with them. i wasn't paying much attention but it had something to do with going to a training camp.

"but, finals are coming up soon as well. the first years and second years are required to pass or else you can't go to the training camp because that's when the make up studies will be." takeda had explained.

shit. i need help with math.

as everyone stood up to clean the gym, i walked over to sugawara.

"sugawara? can you help me with math for finals? that's the only subject i need help with." i asked, hoping he heard me.

"i'm not sure, i'll be busy helping the second years." sugawara said, tapping his chin. then, i got an idea.

"oh, it's fine! i have an idea." i quickly said, rushing over to tsukishima. i hated to do it, but i needed to pass these finals.

"tsukishima?" i started, trying to get his attention.

"what do you want, shortie." he grumbled, picking up his backpack and taking out his headphones.

"i need help with math, please help me study!" i exclaimed to him, desperate for him to help me.

"no way." he sneered, turning away from me and starting to walk off. i rushed to him and jumped up into his line of sight.

"please! i need to pass! i'll do anything!" i continued to beg, not letting him leave until he agreed. he stood there, staring at me begging for a few seconds.

"fine, i'll do it just shut up. give me your phone." he demanded, putting his hand out.

"why?" i asked, tilting my head to the side.

"so i can put my number in it to contact you, dumbass." he said. i nodded, then took out my phone and gave it to him. he put in his number and handed me my phone back. then, he left.

yes! i'm totally going to pass!

"y/n, let's go!" sugawara called out to me. i turned to him, then left the gym as we started to walk back home.