Plot: You are the volleyball manager at Shiratorizawa. One day you stay later to clean the storage room and that is when Ushiwaka and Goshiki try to impress you. 

Shirabu watched from the sidelines as Goshiki Tsutomu bounced around their temporary manager. The bowl cut brat was getting on his nerves more so than usual and it took every ounce of self-restraint in him to not spike a volleyball at his face.

"It seems as though someone's got a crush," Semi nudged him.

"I do not have a crush."

"I'm not talking about you. Tsutomu hasn't left her side since she got here this morning. I heard they even ate lunch together."

Tendo caught a few words from the conversation between the two setters and inched himself closer.

"It's because she hasn't made any friends yet."

Semi smirked, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure he's going to walk her to her dorm later as well."

"That's not going to happen," Tendo sung. He twirled around them and stretched himself to the left side. "Tsutomu's not the only one who has his eyes on our pretty manager." Maintaining his stretched position, he pointed to their right. "Wakatonshi-kun's missed quite a few serves, wouldn't you say?"

Semi's brows shot up. "He's staring at her too."

"Our adorable first year with the cool bangs or Miracle Boy super ace?" Tendo straightened his posture. "Anyone want to place bets?"

Semi frowned and went to scold him but he was stopped by Shirabu's loud voice.

"Goshiki," he called out. "It's your turn to wash the jerseys."

"No it's not I did it last time."

"I don't remember that."

From behind him, his teammate Kawanishi snickered. Goshiki spun around and cried. "I did! I promise!"

"If you don't do it now I'll tell coach you're slacking."

At the mention of the demon coach, he paled.

"Sorry," he frowned at you. "I've gotta get on that before coach rips me a new one."

You smile at the fear in his voice and reach up to ruffle his hair. "Dont worry Tsutomu," you coo, "We can talk about that movie you saw tomorrow."

His face lit up. He bowed at you and then ran towards the laundry room.

"You're playing dirty," Tendo poked Shirabu. He clicked his tongue and then rested his hands behind his neck. "Semi-Semi, what's your bet?"

Semi blinked and walked away.

Ushijima watched you walk around the gymnasium, handing out water bottles to each of the volleyball players and taking a minute or two to talk to them. He noticed that you constantly smiled, but what made his chest squeeze was when you giggled.

He practiced another serve but the sound of your laugh distracted him and the ball landed out of bounds.

You could feel your facial muscles become sore because you had been smiling non-stop since early morning practice at 6am. It was now almost 7pm.

The rest of the team was preparing to leave the gymnasium but you realized that Shiratorizawa's Ace was still practicing by himself.

"Ushijima practices late," Coach Washijo explained to you. "He'll be here until 9 or 10. Say, why don't you stay with him."

Your face was frozen in a smile and to the coach it seemed as though you were eagerly accepting. He walked away, leaving you and Ushijima alone.

You figured that since you'll be here for another two or three hours, you should probably start some of tomorrow's chores.

You walked towards the storage room, knowing that the medical aid kits needed to be reorganized. You walked in, prepping the door open behind you. You sighed, shaking your head when you realized that you would have to organize the equipment as well as sweep the floors.

You reached on your tiptoes for the cabinet that held the medical aid kits when you felt a presence behind your back.

"I shall get this for you," Ushijima said.

You froze when his arm came over your head bringing down the kits. He set them on the tableside.

"Thank you."

He stared at you. "You are short. You should ask me to help you reach things on the high shelves."

"Right- I'll definitely ask you next time."

He turned left and right. "I shall help you clean."

"What?" your eyes widened at his offer. You could only imagine how Coach Washijo would react if he saw Ushijima doing chores instead of practice. "That's not necessary. You should practice while I clean up. It's no problem for me."

"If I help you clean then you'll be finished quicker. Then you can help me practice."

You flinched at the idea of being hit in the head by one of his spikes. The few braincells you had left would be gone.

Still, Ushijima wouldn't take no for an answer. And that was how Goshiki found the two of you.

"Oh, you're still here!" his eyes sparkled as he skipped into the storage room. The small space became even smaller with the two volleyball spikers. "What are you two doing anyway? I thought practice was over?"

"Practice is over," Ushijima replied, "however, I am helping her clean so she can help me with my individual practice."

"Ooh, I'll help too!"

"Goshiki, you really don't need to. We're almost done."

He chose to ignore you and instead bumped his way between you two. "I'll mop the floors!"

"Goshiki, no-"

He bumped into you again as he shimmied his way out of the storage room. You hit your hip against the table's side.

"I will also mop," Ushijima declared. You had stacked the medical aid kits on top of each other so he grabbed them and lifted them towards the shelves. Your eyes widened as he bumped into a cart of volleyballs and the medical aid kits fell to the floor.

The boxes opened and all the equipment sprawled onto the floor.

"Oh no," he blinked.

You both bent down at the same time and hit heads. He was obviously much stronger than you were so, whereas he felt a light tap on his forehead, you were knocked backwards.

"I'm fine," you lied, feeling the pain in your backside.

Then, Goshiki screamed your name from outside.

You and Ushijima ran to see that Goshiki was struggling with the hose that he managed to drag into the gymnasium. Water was being sprayed everywhere as he grappled the pipe, the water pressure mixed with the soap he had already spilled onto the floors and this created large amounts of bubbles.

"Turn it off!"

"I can't!"

"Bubbles."

You ran towards Goshiki but at that moment he twisted around and began to hose you down. You slipped and landed on your butt.

"I'm sorry!"

"Turn the head to the left," Ushijima instructed him. Somehow, this made it faster. Goshiki lost grip of the pipe and screamed as he dodged the flailing thing. Ushijima helped you to your feet and he stood in front of you protectively.

"Help me!" Goshiki screamed as he slid across the floor.

"Do not fear," Ushijima said to you, "I shall protect you." He patted your head twice and then got in a wrestler's pose as he inched towards the water pipe.

"I will not lose to you!" Goshiki delcared. He used the wall as support and began to stalk towards the pipe. You tried to stop them by getting their attention so that one of them would go and turn the water off from outside. But over the sound of screaming, yelling, and the pipe that was dancing as the room pooled, your voice was muted.

"I shall win!"

"Not before me!"

"Goshiki, watch your upperclassmen prevent this hose from continuing its assault."

"Ushijima-san you watch as your underclassman puts a stop to this."

Now, Tendo was making his way down the hallway and towards the gymnasium to find his friend. He wanted his issue of Shonen Jump now that the week was over so he could read it as well. He opened the gym doors and froze.

Ushijima and Goshiki were wrestling a snake- a python- no, they were wrestling the water hose. The entire gym was filled with water and soapy bubbles. Their manager was trying to stop them but she feared getting any bit closer to them.

Tendo slipped his way towards her.

"What happened here?"

You stared up at him with tear-filled eyes and a pale face. "Coach Washijo is going to kill me."

"Ah, Satori," Ushijima coughed, "would you help us defeat this?"

"I'm going to stop it with my bare hands!"

Tendo shook his head and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You shivered at his warm touch. The two of you slowly walked across the gym and away from them.

"They both have lost," Tendo clicked his tongue.

"Lost what?" you sniffled. Your clothes were dripping wet and you were certain you'd have a cold tomorrow morning.

"Don't worry about it." he opened the doors and threw one last look over his shoulder. "Wakatoshi, Goshiki, you better clean this up before demon coach finds you!"

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