Night 2

Whoever came up with the term professional athletes should have added a note in the dictionary that mentioned high school students did not fall into that category. If anything, they should be referred to as delinquent athletes. Or athletic devils.

Yukio was holding a volleyball above his head. His lips trembled as he grimaced, eyes trying to find the humour that the rest of the team saw.

As expected, the ever responsible Ginjima was nowhere to be seen. Suna sat against the wall directing his phone camera. The Miya Twins cackled from the middle of it all.

"What are you doing to him?"

A path opened as she marched up. The voices hushed, laughter dying down.

Atsumu was the one to answer her.

"It's a lesson of patience."

"You're making him stand with a volleyball over his head. How is that a lesson of patience?"

"Maybe she needs a lesson too." Osamu narrowed his eyes. "Attitude check, yeah 'Tsumu?"

"Yeah. The skipping ropes seem like a great idea."

"It's Fine, Emiko-chan!" Yukio stuttered. "This is easy, I'm fine. Don't you worry about me."

"Of course I'm going to worry about you. You're the only normal one here."

"Emiko-chan you said you don't have any stamina. Heck, I saw you gasping for air hunched over your knees just yesterday when you walked up the stairs. If they force you to skip rope, you'll die."

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for you."

"You're into some sketchy stuff." Suna cracked a grin as he stood up and slipped his phone into the pocket of his pants. "Sacrifices? What, are you part of the Devil's club or something?"

"No."

Atsumu scoffed. "Whatever. Yer a manager, yeah? So ya take care of stuff for us, yeah?"

"What stuff are you talking about?" She narrowed her eyes and protectively stood in front of Yukio. "I take care of volleyball-related stuff and nothing more. Now, if you'll excuse us, Yukio and I are going."

She grabbed the first year's sleeve and lowered his hands. The volleyball dropped to the ground. Everyone watched it roll away. She dragged Yukio but Osamu puffed out his chest and stood in front of her.

"Coach wanted me to remind ya about the assessment forms. Since our opinion impacts yer score and whatnot."

The colour drained from her face. If there was one twin that terrified her more than the other, it was Osamu Miya. Beneath the indifference, his gaze was cold and calculated.

"No!" she screamed. Her eyes widened and she almost bowed. "Wait no, no- I mean I know where to get the papers, but- never mind. What do you need me to do? I'll do it. Anything."

The twins turned around and, out of complete thin air, they retrieved a stack of books each. They shoved them into Emiko and Yukio's arms and then stepped back.

"Oh no," someone murmured.

"These books need'a be 'turned to the library."

Emiko struggled with the weight. "Why is there so many? How many is this?"

"I've got twelve of 'em. 'Samu's is ten?"

"Yeah and they're overdue by three months."

"There's no way you guys have to read this much in class 1 and 2."

Suna snorted. "Wouldn't you know."

"Excuse you!"

"I'm in class four," Yukio interrupted, "and I've never had to read this much for anythin'."

"Nah, I just like swipin' my student card fer each book. It makes a funny little sound."

Osamu nodded. "S'fun."

"You are simple-minded boys aren't you?" she huffed. "If swiping your cards is so fun then why didn't you guys just swipe your cards to renew the books?"

"That takes too much time. Now scram before the Coach comes back and realizes we're usin' ya as a slave."

Emiko blinked. She wanted to drop the books on the floor and storm away, maybe even yell to add a dramatic effect to her performance. Then she remembered Ennoshita and stopped; taking a deep breath and praying for patience, Emiko made her way out the gym doors.

"Yukio," she called over her shoulder once they were in the hallways. "I can't see in front of me so let me know where to go, please."

"Wait Emiko-chan-"

Just then she bumped into something and fell back. The books fell from her arms onto the floor.

"You just walked into Riseki-san."

"What're you guys doin'?" He dropped down next to her and helped pile the books. "Is there a reason you've checked out... Toilet Paper Origami and Toothbrush Puppets?"

She felt her face heat up. "That's not mine. I promise. I make sure to stay far away from arts and crafts. I'm more of a baker, you know?"

"Hi, Riseki-san! Emiko-chan and I are takin' a trip to the library because Atsumu-san and Osamu-san asked us to return these overdue books."

"Well it wasn't really asking, more like threatening, but yes, we are going to the library."

"Oh, I'll come with ya, then." He took the books from her. "Besides, ya can't carry all of these by yerself."

"Thanks, Riseki, you're a real one." She flashed him a smile and skipped down the halls. The boys followed.

"I should apologize fer our Captain and vice-Captain's behaviour. They're jokin' with ya, trynna get a kick to lighten up the team's mood and whatnot."

"Oh, no worries. Entertaining is basically in my job description- it's a lot of what I do for our boys at Karasuno."

"I feel like they're makin' ya do more than what is necessary though."

Emiko laughed. "No, it's okay. Even though Karasuno has responsible guys, there are some days where I have to do things like this for them. Really it's no trouble."

Yukio cocked his head to the side. "Emiko-chan, ya just told Atsumu-san and Osamu-san that ya only do things that're related to volleyball and nothin' more."

"When you're a manager, you're kinda like a mom. I mean every team has a mom. At Karasuno, my best friend Mirae is the mom and I'm the super cool Uncle. The other manager, Yachi, is the nervous aunt. But since Inarizaki has no mom yet, it means that the team is run by a bunch of delinquents. That is where I come in. I have to step up and be the mom of the team, so no one kills each other, you know? Therefore, as your guys' mom, I have to do these kinds of things for you. Whether it's volleyball related or not."

Yukio nodded his head. Riseki glanced between the two of them.

When they entered the library, they went straight to the main desk. Emiko leaned onto the table and looked around. The librarian was an older woman in a red tracksuit. She was sitting behind the computer at the desk and munching on a cracker.

"Yo." She dropped the books with a loud thud. "We need to return these."

"Emiko-chan, ya've gotta be quieter, we're in a library."

"Oh, right." Her cheeks flushed. "Sorry."

The librarian narrowed her eyes as she peeped around the computer screen.

"Returnin' hours are between 12pm and 2pm. Ya can come back tomorrow."

"Oh God her accent is worse than Osamu's." She pulled on Riseki's sleeve. "Hey, what is she saying?"

"She, um- said we can't return them right now. We gotta follow the returnin' hours."

"Really?" she frowned. "Then why are you here? Go home, seriously why are you still at school when it's 4:30pm?"

The librarian flicked a piece of cracker off her chest. "I'm just closin' up now."

Emiko threw half her body over the table that separated them, ignoring the bewildered gasp, as she glanced at the computer screen. "Well, would you look at that! You're still logged into your computer. So why don't you just take two minutes to return these for us?"

"I'm not takin' em."

"Ma'am," Riseki interrupted when they all had fallen silent, "is there a reason why yer not takin' em? Correct me if I'm wrong, but the system doesn't operate on an hourly basis. S'long as yer logged into the computer, ya should be allowed to return these."

"Nice Riseki!" she slapped his back. "You just hit her with logic. I prefer sarcasm, but your way works too."

"Right, thanks," he stuttered out.

The librarian scowled. Begrudgingly, she grabbed the stack of books, mumbling under her breath about youths and respect and adults. Her scanner beeped the barcode on the first book and she glared at her computer screen.

"These are overdue by five months."

"Five?" Yukio choked. "But- Osamu-san said three months."

"No, these are overdue by five months." She grabbed the calculator from her drawer.

"Please no, not the calculator."

"Why not the calculator?"

Yukio's hands shook. "This is bad, this is very bad," he murmured.

"We're gonna hafta calculate some fees. Our school policy is that books needa be returned by the date marked on the card, else fees'll be charged. So, before I return these, yer gonna hafta pay."

Yukio pushed himself between the others and leaned across the desk. "How much would we hafta pay, Miss?"

"We charge 517 Yen per month fer each overdue book. That brings ya to 56,870 Yen."

"What?" Emiko shrieked. "Do you seriously think I have that much money just sitting in my pockets? And even if I did, it would be for snacks. I'm not wasting it on overdue books that aren't even mine. I'm only here to return them, not pay for them."

"Oh yeah? Then whose books are these?"

Yukio intervened between the glares. "A friend's. They're busy and asked us to return them."

"You'd be surprised how many times I've heard that excuse from students who're trynna get away from payin' fees."

"But really, they're not mine. I'm not even a student at Inarizaki. I don't even have a student card."

"Yer wearin' Inarizaki uniform which means yer a student who has overdue books."

"Are you even listening to me? I said they're not mine. Just ignore the policy and return them."

"If ya don't have the money and wish to continue to lie to my face then I'll hafta get the principal, vice-principal, your sensei, and parents involved."

"Oh no, she's bringin' in the parents. Emiko-chan, yer gonna get grounded."

Riseki's eyes widened. "Woah, woah, woah," he stammered, "I'm sure we can settle this without gettin' the parents involved."

Emiko scoffed. She pushed up her sleeves and growled.

"Hold it right there Miss. Red tracksuit. You just called me a liar. Well, you know what? I am not a liar. I am a truthful person, the most honest being to exist. You want to get the Demon Queen involved in this situation? Fine then. Do it, but just so you know I'm getting my Uncle Keishin, Mr. Watanabe, Mirae Ando, and the Protect the Managers Squad involved. Yeah, that's right. How do you like me now?"

She made a boom like gesture with her hands.

"Yer a lunatic," the librarian spat back. "I've half a mind to force ya to volunteer here fer the next two years, two hours every day. See if you like the terrible wifi, no phone service, and humming coming from the furnace room every three minutes."

Emiko blinked. The thought of having to stay at Inarizaki for two more years and experiencing the hateful words and harsh actions of the team (mostly the Miya's) horrified her. Determined to escape, she pushed the books onto the floor and sprinted away.

"I'm not staying for two years!"

For someone who despised cardio, Emiko ran as if her life depended on it (well maybe not her life, but her vending machine money was close enough). When she finally reached the gymnasium, she pushed past the doors and collapsed.

Riseki and Yukio nearly tripped over her.

"What're ya chasin' Suzuki fer?" Ginjima scowled. He shoved himself off the wall and stalked towards them. "Did the twins put ya up to this? I thought ya were better than that."

"What? We're not chasin' her."

Emiko flipped herself over, draping an arm over her eyes. "Damn, that lady," she wheezed. "Whatever. The damage is done. You guys should start practice now."

After saying hello to the Coach and assuring him everything was fine, she sat back and noticed that Suna was lying on the ground on the far side. He was pretending to do his stretches.

He glanced up when she stopped beside him. "Why are you bothering me?"

"You should've warned me that Inarizaki houses a grinch."

"What?"

"I just came from the library with Riseki and–"

"Riseki?" he sat up. "That's sus."

"How is that sus?"

Suna pulled out his phone and tapped the google icon. "What's your zodiac sign?"

"Sagittarius, why?"

"Okay, we can work with that. Pisces and Sag... easy-going and indecisive. The divorce rate is 37%. Mutual in their love for animals and altruistic acts. " He typed quickly. "Are you a morning or night person?"

"Neither really. I don't sleep, but I also hate waking up early."

Suna blinked. "Then what are you?"

"I don't know. My Uncle Keishin calls me a raccoon, but my best friend calls me a gremlin and a dictator. She can't decide what title suits me better so she switches between the two. Wait, what does that have to do with this? I'm trying to complain to you about something."

He frowned. Pocketing his phone, Suna staggered to his feet and began to walk away at a terrifyingly fast pace.

Yukio and Riseki watched the two from afar.

"She's kinda crazy," the first year laughed.

"Yeah, but it's endearing, dontcha think?"

"Huh? What do ya mean?"

He scratched the back of his head. "It's like a cute crazy." Heat crept up his neck. "S'adorable."

"Oh?" Yukio cocked his head to the side. In his eyes, Emiko was a pretty girl with captivating eyes. Other than that though, he wouldn't classify her as adorable or cute. When he looked at his upperclassman, he noticed that Riseki was smiling. His eyes were frozen on Emiko who was stomping her foot at Suna.

His eyes widened when he put it together. "Oh... oh, I see."

They chose Tuesday night to meet via facetime to go over the final details for a group project. At 8:02pm, Tadashi's face popped up on the screen.

"Hi," he grinned, his freckled face highlighted by the lamp at his study desk.

Mirae waved her fingers. "Hey. How are you?"

"Struggling with the English translations of the active past participle- or whatever this is. I can't wait for this presentation to be done and over with. Then we are bound for nationals, final exams, and school break."

"The third years graduate too," Tsukishima's deep voice called lazily.

"Rough practice?" Mirae teased.

He was lying on his stomach on the bed, eyelids dropping and the tips of his ears still red.

"What?" he narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean what?"

"Why are you playing coy?"

"Who says I'm playing coy? Maybe I'm being straightforward?"

"When are you ever straightforward?"

"Is this because of the cat café? I did apologize, didn't I?"

Tadashi rolled his eyes and cut into their banter. "Leave it to you two to answer questions with more questions."

"What's that supposed to mean?" they snapped in unison.

He shook his head. "I can't hear you guys. I think the wifi is lagging. You're breaking up. Oops, I can't see either of you. Guess I'll have to email my part of the project and you two can put it together."

"Tadashi," Tsukishima started, "what-"

"Bye!"

His screen disappeared. Now that it was only the two of them on facetime, Tsukishima's screen was enlarged and the situation shifted from a pair of classmates discussing their group project to a boy and a girl who went on a date and were now alone.

"What?" he frowned until an idea crossed his mind and a smirk overtook his features. "Practice wasn't that rough today. Are you worried about me?"

"I'm sorry, did I give the impression that I was worried about you?" she rolled her eyes, busying herself with the loose papers.

"Are you saying that you're not worried about me? Hm, and to think that I could rely on you as my manager even if you're at a different school. Whatever."

"Wait, no, you can rely on me," she scrambled, eyes widening. "What's wrong? Maybe Yachi can help?"

"No this isn't something I want to tell her."

"What is it? What's-" she paused, leaning closer to the screen, "you're teasing me again, aren't you?"

The corners of his lips lifted. "What makes you think that?"

"I missed this," she confessed knowing full well that her face was heating up. As the words echoed through though, Tsukishima's neck matched the colour of the tips of his ears.

"Did you now?"

"If you knew what was happening to me here, you'd understand my suffering."

"Oh, you're suffering." He flopped on his back and raised his phone.

"Yes, I am suffering, thank you very much. It's the Captain."

"Isn't he a top three wing spiker? With that title, he's bound to be a little egotistical."

"But that's the thing, he doesn't think he's all high and mighty. It's just that- he's quiet and hard to read and I'm almost a hundred percent certain that he has a grudge against me because of my sister."

"Kiyoomi Sakusa knows your sister," he paused, "both are top wing spikers, my bad. So what, they don't get along?"

"Sakusa and her had a spat last year at nationals. And to answer your question, no one gets along with my sister. Still, I find it immature of him to be so on guard around me when I haven't done anything to provoke that type of reaction. You don't understand, Tsukishima, whoever I talk to or wherever I go, he's right there glowering at me. His friends say it's part of his personality and that I shouldn't take it personally but I can't help it. It's infuriating."

"The Protect the Managers hooligans will be glad to know that a top wing spiker hasn't wooed you off your feet."

She narrowed her eyes. "I'm sorry, wooed me off my feet?"

"I guess their hunch was right. You're only into middle blockers. For the most part, they don't have anything to worry about."

"I am not," she froze.

The last three boys she showed interest in happened to be, by coincidence or not, tall boys who were middle blockers on volleyball teams.

Yutaro Kindaichi. Kei Tsukishima. Daku Adachi.

They had different personalities and differed physically as well, but there was enough in common for her to swallow down her words and contemplate this surprising pattern.

"Mirae?"

"Still here," she mumbled, blinking and willing herself back from the daze of drawing comparisons between the three. "Where are we in the group project again? Our presentation date is just before nationals, right?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. We should start on the project though. If we can finish it completely then we can run through it a few times when I get back and we'll be prepared to show it to Sensei."

"Right. Okay. Tadashi just emailed me his part."

For the next bit, they worked through the project, deciding on how to present it and how the layout would look.

"I'm glad that's over with. It was stressful."

"You don't have to stress about it. You have reliable partners, so there's nothing to worry about."

Mirae grinned into the camera as she stretched her legs. "Are you calling yourself reliable?"

"Maybe. Why, do you think there was a time that I wasn't?"

"Did I say that?"

"Are you implying it?"

"Stop teasing me."

Tsukishima grinned as he shook his head. When he took off his glasses to rub at his eyes, she rested her chin on the palm of her hand and whispered.

"Are you getting enough sleep?"

"Yeah, it's just that the phone screen is rough."

"You should rest then."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Did I say that?"

"You're implying it."

"Why does every conversation with you go in circles?" she scowled playfully.

He opened his mouth to retort but a notification banner appeared on his screen. He mouthed as he read the message and then swiped the banner away.

"Speaking of conversations," he cleared his throat, "when was the last time you spoke to your friends from Aoba Johsai?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Someone is under the assumption that you're avoiding them."

"Who?"

"Kindaichi."

Mirae froze. The silence spoke volumes and she felt her heart race in her chest. Quickly she collected herself.

"I'm not avoiding him," she lied and to ensure his suspicions would disappear, she added, "Yachi, Emiko, and I have been really busy with preparations ever since our team won. Not to mention that I'm in Tokyo because of the Convention. I went from talking to Kindaichi every day to rarely because it's been getting busier. Not to mention our exams are coming up."

"You should probably explain that to him. You know, instead of ignoring his texts."

Mirae winced. "He knows I'm not responding to his texts?"

"Well, you do have the read option on."

Her face paled. She reached for her phone and unlocked it. "Tsukki, how do I turn it off?"

"I'm not sure," he replied sarcastically.

"No, you know. I know you know. And I know you know because Emiko taught you. Please Tsukki."

He watched her fumble for a few seconds, listened to her ramble as she aimlessly tapped different icons. "I like seeing you fuss over things as simple as this."

She looked up with a pout. "Please Tsukki?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Talk to him."

"I will. Soon." Abandoning her phone on the table, she began to tidy the desk she was working at. It was just after 11pm and both had morning practice the next day. "You should go to bed. You need proper rest. Oh, and stay hydrated."

"Yes, Miss Manager Mirae."

A blush coloured her cheeks. She spun around and pointed a finger at his smirking face on the laptop screen. "Don't call me that."

"Why not? Yaotome does it all the time."

"That's because I'm older than him. He does it out of respect."

"Uh-huh," he drawled, "and what's the reason you call me Tsukki?"

"Did you want me to call you something else?"

Then, for the first time in a while, he gave an honest answer.

"Kei would be nice."

There was no teasing to his voice. There was no question attached to provoke a reaction.

"Okay." It was a miracle she didn't stutter.

"Okay?"

"Yup. Good night, Kei."

Abruptly she ended the call. Mirae jumped on her bed, burying her face into the pillow.

Her chest tightened but it felt like a dozen butterflies were swarming in her stomach. She bit her lip as she flipped onto her back. The plush owl rolled into her side.

This was not what she expected of their relationship, not what she expected that it would lead to. He was blunt with his words but for some reason she found his honesty to be intriguing. Of course, there were times when she wished he would be more considerate of others' feelings, especially his friends, but Tsukishima always said the truth of what people needed to hear the most.

And for someone whose default emotions were set to annoyed and reserved, he was making an effort for their relationship.

Mirae had just finished setting her alarm for tomorrow morning when two sharp knocks sounded at her door. It was closer to half-past eleven and judging by the silence, most of the students had gone to bed.

Himari had gone out with a friend, but she had a key to their room.

She approached the door just as another set of sharp knocks sounded.

"I know you're awake," a gruff voice murmured.

She unlocked the door and poked her head through the small opening.

Standing before her in a pair of polka-dot-red pyjamas, was Kiyoomi Sakusa. If it were not for his furrowed brows over glaring eyes and the scowl on his lips, she would have laughed.

"Hi."

"Do you know what time it is?" he snapped.

"11:24. Why?"

"You should be asleep. The campus closed at 10pm."

"Shouldn't you be asleep too?"

"I'm glad you picked up on that, but as the floor rep. I have to make sure you follow the rules. Lights off, in bed, sleep."

She stared back with wide eyes. Any retort she conjured up was too rude and would make her out to be a villain. Before the bitter words left her mouth, the sound of feet shuffling towards them came from down the hallway.

A silent 'oh god no' left Himari's mouth. Her cheeks flushed pink.

Komori froze mid-step. His eyes twitched.

"And where the hell have you two been?" Sakusa glowered. He turned to face them, and where the light hit his body made his shadow trap them where they stood.

"Night class," she stuttered.

Komori nodded eagerly. "Yep. She was alone so I offered to walk her back to her room."

"If you're going to lie at least make it believable. Night classes don't run on the weekdays."

Very much visibly, they inch away from each other.

"She probably asked the Sensei for extra help. Maybe they were at the library." Mirae gestured with her hand towards their room, hinting that the sooner Himari came inside the faster she could close the door.

"Of course you would reject the rules. If your roommate, your partner for the duration of this stay rebels why shouldn't you?" he scoffed. Purse disgust dripped from his voice as he posed the rhetorical question.

Mirae felt heat creep up her neck.

"Dude, she's a guest," Komori sputtered, rounding on his cousin.

"Then she should be a better guest."

"Kiyoomi!"

"It's fine," she quickly intervened. Her heart hammered in her chest, it's pounding ringing in her ears. "It's fine."

"I have half a mind to take this to the Sensei."

"We'll apologize-"

"You're up too!-"

"No need to get the Sensei or anyone else involved-"

"If you get us in trouble, I'll drag you down with us!-"

"She is in no way threatening you-"

"I'll deck him if it comes to it."

He stared at Himari with a hardened expression on his face. His eyes had narrowed into slits and suddenly the phrase if looks could kill made so much more sense. Just within arm's reach, enough room for her to make well on her threat, Himari stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Her head was cocked to the side in a show of defiance.

Mirae resisted the urge to commend her.

The situation at hand was serious. It seemed that the number one wing spiker in high school boys' volleyball was a stickler for rules. He was also not afraid of confrontation, despite the threat of a physical altercation.

This fact made her stomach churn.

"Alright- Now you're just being ridiculous." Komori stepped between them and placed his hands firmly on Sakusa's shoulders. "We're going to bed. Everyone has morning practice tomorrow, so let's get dressed in our pyjamas, brush our teeth, and slip under the covers."

He smiled over his shoulder, mouthing a thank you when he noticed Mirae tugging on Himari's sleeve.

"That bastard gets on my nerves," Himari growled.

Mirae locked their door. She breathed a laugh, settling on the bed and clutching the stuffed owl into her chest. "I feel bad for Komori."

"Motoya- er, Komori can deal with him just fine." She waved her hand, rummaging through the contents at her study desk. She retrieved a bottle of face wash and turned to the closet. "Oh, that's cute!"

Mirae glanced down at the plushie in her arms and smiled. "Yeah."

"You won him at an arcade, right?" Before she had a chance to answer, Himari grinned. "No, someone won him at an arcade for you."

"It's not like that."

"Oh, it's definitely like that." She abandoned the towel and face wash and instead chose to plop herself on the bed beside Mirae. "Tell me about them."

"He's just a friend, I promise. We met at a training camp."

"So, it's a he and he is a volleyball player." She inched closer, a smirk settling on her lips. "Name and school. Picture if you have one."

"Bokuto-"

"Bokuto Kotarou? From Fukurodani?"

"Yes-"

"No wonder you aren't fazed by Sakusa. His terrible personality aside, the rest of us were wondering if you just didn't swing that way."

She felt her cheeks blush. "What?"

"I mean I haven't met him, but I've seen him before. All that strength training really pays off," she winked, "if you know what I mean."

"He's a friend."

"A friend who won you a plushie twice your size. How many tickets was it worth? How long did the two of you stay there just to win it?"

"I was stressed and he was just trying to be helpful."

"So, he's hot and considerate. Yep, it is a no brainer."

"I'm seeing someone else," she blurted. Somehow, her face felt warmer. "He's a mutual friend of ours. Nothing like Bokuto."

"Okay," she said slowly, "what's this mystery guy like?"

"He's really honest, too honest sometimes. He does it to rile people up and prove that he's right. But he is a great listener, even if he doesn't show much of his emotions, and he knows how to joke and tease. Though, most times he can be smug and rude about it."

"Hold up," Himari shook her head, "I'm going to cut you off right there. Why in the world are you with this dude when Bokuto literally exists?"

"I'm sorry?"

"This dude sounds an awful lot like the type of guy you would want to avoid. Like Sakusa. Please avoid Sakusa."

"I never planned to-"

"Shoot it's almost midnight!" Himari jumped up. She retrieved her towel and face wash, rounding towards the bathroom. "I'm glad we can talk like this, Mirae."

"Me too," she answered unsurely.

The bathroom door closed and suddenly, it was silent again.

Mirae glanced down at her phone and frowned.

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More content for TsukkixMirae shippers. What do you guys think of their relationship? They're not together yet, but could all this talking potentially lead somewhere?

Someone had asked us to give Emiko a friend so we found her Yukio and Riseki. Don't they get along just nicely😉 Don't lose hope just yet, the Miyas and Suna have a lot more planned for her. Hint: they may need a trip to the hospital.

Sakusa is a funny guy. We can totally picture him wearing those pyjamas, enforcing the curfew. Everyone better be in bed by 10pm or else...

Isn't it funny how Himari was ready to fight this dude? She's the captain of her team for a reason. One thing is for sure, if the Protect the Managers Squad isn't present, she is someone you definitely want on your side.

Also! We created a trailer for LU+TR, it's posted on Tik Tok under bokutoxbeam. If you haven't already watched and would like to, please do! We are very happy with the outcome of it and who knows, maybe we'll make more trailers for different scenes! 😉

Thanks for reading and please don't forget to vote! We'll see you next week!

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