"H-here is my form!" You exclaimed with a stiff face and a stiff arm that reached out to the head coach.

"We'll have this processed through in time for the practice match tomorrow." The head coach informed and slipped the paper onto his clipboard.

"Alright..." You slowly nodded your head and shuffled off to the side. You looked around and decided to help the volleyball members with the gym setup before filling up water bottles.

After the members took out the poles and net, you quietly slipped pass them to the cart of volleyballs and the game scoreboard. You hurriedly pushed the volleyball cart and scoreboard out of the storage room as the members passed by you in a light surprise of your hard-working diligence.

"(L/n), do you like to multitask?" Iwaizumi approached and took the volleyball cart to help your load.

"Eh... L-like is a bit..." You pressed your lips, unsure of how to express your thoughts. "I should just do my job..." You quietly said.

"Don't worry about it. There's a team here for a reason." Iwaizumi stared into your eyes with a sense of comfort. You couldn't help but bite back your tongue and nod your head.

You quickly wheeled the scoreboard next to the benches and picked up the container of water bottles. You left the gym and their practice shortly began.

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Already finished washing the bottles, you didn't know what exactly to do since every team member was performing parts of your job. They were collecting the volleyballs, putting away the nets, sweeping and mopping the gym, and storing equipment away.

'I-is there a need for a manager?' You sweatdropped and bit down onto your lip, hesitating to just jump in and take a mop from someone else. But you couldn't dare to try in the first place without screaming, making a scene, and feeling embarrassed.

"(L/n)-san, could you help me wheel in the cart to the storage room?" Iwaizumi approached, his hands full of volleyballs due to the cart already being full.

"Y-yes!" You nodded your head and trotted over to the cart. You pushed the cart alongside Iwaizumi, thankful and relieved that you had a job to carry out.

"Tomorrow is our practice match with Karasuno- Uh, (L-L/n)?" Iwaizumi glanced over to you, who then flinched at your pale and purple face.

"D-don't mind me..." You sheepishly said and hunched over the cart as you slowly wheeled it. "A-a-are you nervous f-for the match?"

"N-not really..." Iwaizumi lowly mumbled and blinked his eyes. He sweatdropped at the irony of your question that appealed with your facial expression. In the end, he couldn't help but stifle out a breath of laughter.

"A-are you a nervous laugher?" You pushed the cart into a corner of the storage room.

"No, I don't really get nervous." Iwaizumi shook his head and carefully placed the extra volleyballs on the hill on the cart with your help.

"That's amazing..." You whispered under your breath and walked out of the room.

"(L/n)-san." Yahaba called out to.

"Y-yes?!" You whipped your head over to Yahaba with a jolt.

"The coach has a small announcement to make." Yahaba smiled and walked with the two towards the benches.

"Tomorrow is the practice match against Karasuno High at our gym. Make sure to sleep early and eat a nutritious breakfast." The coach briefly instructed, letting the head coach take over the talk.

"We have one more matter to take care of now." The coach gestured towards Hanamaki who brought a box over as Matsukawa opened it and pulled out a folded turquoise tracksuit.

"Hm." Matsukawa walked up to you and handed you the folded clothes.

"E-eh?" You stuttered and rapidly blinked your eyes. Your face flushed a hint of red as you carefully took the jersey out of his hands. You unfolded the jacket and stared at it in awe.

"You can officially show off that you are Aobajohsai's boy volleyball club manager~!" Oikawa rested his hand onto his hip with a grin.

"Th-thank you..." You lightly pressed your lips together and hugged onto the clothes with a fuzzy feeling. Your heart was beating quite fast, but it didn't make you hate it. It felt rather comforting and warming.

"Welcome to the team." Iwaizumi broadly grinned at you, which intoxicated you to also smile back.

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"I washed the bottles, dried and folded the towels, uh, wiped down the floors..." You muttered to yourself and counted your fingers to each task you have done so far. You nervously bit down onto your lip and felt your stomach quake. You were beyond nervous to have another team of unknown players and their attitudes come here in the gym for hours.

"(L/n)-san."

"What am I forgetting..." You played with your hair, distracted from the calls of your name.

"(L/n)-san?"

"S-s-sorry!" You jumped up and looked at Iwaizumi.

"Are you alright? Should I get you some water?" Iwaizumi began to turn around for the water jug, but you instantly shook your head and quickly stammered on your words to politely decline.

"I-I just feel like I am forgetting to do something..." You clenched on the hems of the tracksuit jacket and looked off to the side, looking for anything to do.

"You don't have to worry about that. You urged all of us to let you do the majority of the setup." Iwaizumi softly huffed air out of his nose in amusement.

"I-is that so... Sorry." You embarrassedly sweatdropped and felt your face heat up.

"You have no reason to apologize. You're just working hard."

"I see..." You nodded your head with a tiny smile.

"Does the uniform fit alright? We weren't expecting a manager, so we didn't have an exact uniform in size on time when you joined."

"Y-yes! I adjusted it when I got home. It, it's comfortable!" You nodded your head and looked down at your tracksuit and brightened up in the thought of it.

"Yeah. The color suits you." Imaizumi stated.

'Really?' You raised your arms up and gazed upon the pretty color. You felt sheepish at the first told compliment you have received in a proper conversation for the first time in a very long time.

'H-how should I respond to that...' You slightly tilted your head, and your brows arched in a troubled manner.

"Do you think he will come soon?"

"Kyah~! I hope so!"

Your eyes darted upwards to the second floor view and paled. You didn't expect there to be a small crowd of an audience.

"Hm?" Iwaizumi looked up to what your eyes were glued to and let out a sigh. "Those are Oikawa's fans. He's not here right now because of his recovery."

"I see..." You awkwardly scooted back and folded your hands, conscious of the girls' searching eyes. You could feel their stares that questioned your existence in the team seeing that you are a new face

"Karasuno arrived~!" One of the members hollered.

"Ah!" You flinched and nervously brushed your hair out of your face. You followed after the team towards the gym doors and stood next to the coaches, assuming that you should.

"Karasuno's manager is a beauty..." Yahaba gaped. "Heh, well we have our own cute manager too now." Yahaba proudly boasted to his teammates and stuck out his chest.

"The orange-haired one is short." Many of the members stared at Hinata in surprise of his small stature.

'H-he also looks really nervous...' You wiped away at the cold sweat around your forehead.

"Eek...!" You shut your mouth shut. You were shocked when your eyes laid on a scowling bald head player on Karasuno's team. Although it was rude to judge his appearance in the comparison to a gangster, you were shocked as you were unexpecting it. It almost reminded you when you first bumped into Iwaizumi.

"LET'S HAVE A GOOD GAME!" The teams shouted and bowed to each other before taking their places on the court.

'Is there bad blood? Kindaichi and Kunimi have scornful expressions...' You tilted your head and observed your team's facial expressions.

You hesitantly waddled over to your team's side of the court and bashfully pushed back your (h/c) hair. Your team's attention gathered towards you, which made you flush a deeper red even more, but you preserved.

"G-go... G-good luck..." You whispered, but despite it being a quiet whisper, the team was silent so they heard it perfectly.

"YES! WE WILL DO OUR BEST! YOSHHHH!" They shouted in enthusiasm and threw their fists into the air.

You stumbled a step back and nodded your head with a slight in awe face. You quickly turned back and walked back to the benches and grabbed a clipboard you had just bought.

"Tch. Since when did they have a cute manager." Tanaka, the scowling and bald Karasuno player, scoffed.

"Drop it Tanaka." The captain of the team firmly said.

'This would be the first match in a couple of years I would watch inside a gym...' You held your breath and held the clipboard closer to your chest.

7/7/2020