Karasuno's Mangers: Little Ukai and The Runaway

28: A Warrior Princess In a Pink Tutu

"Who are they?" Yamamoto Taketora, the third-year wing spiker from Nekoma, asked. He rose from his seat, watching the managers fill their plates from the dinner buffet. His gaze settled on the two girls who were sporting black jackets. "They weren't here this morning."

"You mean Emiko and Mirae?" Tanaka pointed out. "Yeah, they just got here. You can look but you cannot touch, Tora."

"Those are our precious second year managers, aren't they beautiful?" Noya asked proudly.

Yamamoto faltered. "How?"

"Both of them transferred to Karasuno this year. Emiko is the shorter one and she's the Coach's niece. Mirae is the taller one, she used to be a volleyball player back in middle school."

"Can we borrow one of them for the duration of this camp?" Yamamoto threw himself in front of Ennoshita and begged. "Please!"

"Isn't that girl your manager?" All eyes turned to Haru. She was walking towards their table with a scowl set on her face.

"She's terrible," he wailed. "Please, we don't want Haru. Let's switch."

"What makes you think we'd switch a comedic queen for someone who's terrible?" Tanaka quickly stabbed his fork into the sausage sitting on Yamamoto's plate. "And Mirae's off the table, for obvious reasons."

Noya nodded.

"I get it, Mirae is super beautiful and you wouldn't want to lose her. But Emiko isn't all that bad looking, she's way better than Haru. Please, just take her for two days."

Haru stopped at their table. She was holding a cup of water in her hand which she emptied into the back of Yamamoto's shirt. Content, she walked away. He shrieked.

"Now do you believe me?"

Akaashi was sitting at the same table and was watching the exchange from behind a volleyball magazine. He looked up and grinned. "Okay, but you had that coming."

"Mirae and Emiko are not terrible but they're still a bit of a handful," Ennoshita said. "Them and our first years. It's been difficult trying to keep them motivated during practice when all they want to do is sit around and play on their phones. Say, Akaashi, how are you doing with your new teammates?"

Akaashi sighed. He desperately wanted to vent about Fukurodani's first years and how much trouble they had been giving him, but his manager Akari was sitting beside him and staring innocently with her doll eyes.

"They're all excited to be playing." He chose his words carefully. "Too excited. It's hard to keep their attention on me when all they want to do is practice flashy moves."

"Yeah, it's times like these that I miss Daichi. As Emiko said, I'm a single father raising fourteen children."

"Akari said something similar." He shook his head. "Last year it was just Bokuto-san. This year, it's a dozen mini Bokutos."

"So in conclusion, our managers are dumb," Tsukishima deadpanned.

"Hey, our Goddesses are not dumb!"

"They are. Even Mirae's starting to get influenced by Coach's niece. It's unsettling."

"They still respect her the most though."

"That's true. Mirae's like a first year whisperer. You see our delinquent over there," Tsukishima gestured to Shoji who was sitting with Hinata, Kageyama, and most of the members from Nekoma. "He's like a dog in a boy's body. She managed to restrain him though, now he won't even blink without her permission."

"Oh don't say it like that." Ennoshita laughed. "But it is true, I guess."

"Mind if i borrow her for practice?" Akaashi asked. A feeling of hope swelled in his chest. "She may be able to help with my first-years."