Karasuno's Managers: Little Ukai and The Vulnerable

1: The Smaller One and the Misidentified

The twins were at it again.

Osamu Miya used his brother's weight against him for the takedown. He smirked and braced for impact, shifting on his legs to flip their bodies. They went crashing, he pinned his brother face-down with an arm under his throat. He clenched his jaw, growling as he tightened his hold.

Atsumu Miya scoffed. He relaxed his body and even went so far as raising his hands. The second he felt his brother's hold loosen, though, he threw his head back with enough force to stun him.

Osamu cried out and held his jaw. Atsumu scrambled away.

It was a typical day in the Inarizaki volleyball gymnasium.

"Should we stop them?"

Rintaro Suna held his arm out and stopped the newest first year that joined their club, a small boy named Yukio. He had switched out from another sport and despite what their Coach said, the team knew he was here as an errand boy.

"Word of advice," Suna said as he side glanced, "never get in the middle of that. Let them fight it out. They'll stop eventually."

Beside him, Hitoshi Ginjima pinched the bridge of his nose. He could not even begin to understand what their Coach was thinking when he elected the Miya twins for the roles of captain and vice-captain. Sure, they were the best players on the team and given how their first and second years were mostly introverted and reserved, the team probably needed to be led by passionate and loud personalities.

For better or for worse, the Miyas were exactly that.

"Yer breath stinks like dog shit!"

"Oh ho, ho," Osamu mocked, "wouldn'tcha know what dog shit smells like."

"Shut yer trap."

They circled each other like a pair of predators.

Suna's finger hovered over the recording button on his phone so he could capture the exact moment they lunged at each other's throats. The tension was cut by the groaning sound of the gym doors.

Coach Kurosu walked in. "Oi!" he clapped his hands, "I've got some news, crowd 'round. Miyas, fight it out on yer own time."

Ginjima turned to Suna and before the other had a chance to cheat on babysitting duty, he blurted, "Yer turn."

Suna cursed and grabbed Atsumu by the arm. He tugged him to the far left side of the bench and pushed him down. "No looking until the meeting's over," he deadpanned.

Atsumu buried his head in his lap, ensuring that everyone heard his annoyed groan.

Ginjima pointed to the far-right side of the bench. "Ya know the drill."

Osamu slapped a hand over his mouth.

"See no evil, say no evil," their previous Captain had supplied after they had spammed his phone with messages begging for his help. And so, the strategy was adopted to take away one of their senses. Atsumu could not see his brother's facial expressions. Osamu could not grumble a retort.

Coach Kurosu gave them a grateful smile and then turned his attention to the rest of the team that was huddled on the ground.

"Our team's been asked to participate in a new program introduced by the Japanese Sports' Association. It's an initiative to encourage students to take on more active roles in the management of sports teams. Inarizaki doesn't have team managers like most so we're going to be hostin' one from another school. By this time next year, our volleyball team will have managers too. Now, she'll be here for twelve days. Mrs. Suna from the parent's committee has volunteered to care for this student, so be sure to give her yer thanks."