"No."

"But (f/n)-chan!"

"Hard pass buddy. There's a lot I've gotten in trouble for, but ruining your pretty little ace's face won't be one of them." You stated. "Besides, isn't Ushijima-san supposed to be your best friend or something?"

"It'll be fun to finally see him fear someone! Wakatoshi-kun doesn't really get scared." Tendo answered.

"Whatever. I'm not getting involved in this weird fantasy of yours. Find someone else to punch him." You replied and left the table to empty your tray.

"You'll come around (f/n)-chan." Tendo chuckled to himself, devising a plan already.

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"Ushijima Wakatoshi!"

Ushijima turned around at the sound of his name. It was a normal school day, and he didn't necessarily want to deal with some girl's screeching so early in the morning.

Apparently this was Tendo's master plan to finally get their team a manager or something, so Ushijima played along.

"Yes." He replied shortly.

"Please go out with me!" His eyebrow twitched in confusion.

"I don't know you." He answered and began walking away, causing the girl to burst into tears. Now Ushijima regretted hearing her out at all. He was never one for comforting people.

"You jerk! I cheered for you at every practice game and official match you've ever been to! Do you know how hard it was to confess to a scary guy like you?" She whined.

"I apologise if I scare you. But I still don't know who you are. I'll be off." Ushijima left promptly, leaving the crying girl in her pool of tears.

You stepped forward to offer the crying girl some comfort, but someone else beat you to it.

Her tears transformed into heart eyes, and she batted her eyes animatedly at her next poor victim. You smiled, relieved. Hiyori had been like this for as long as you could remember. Hiyori would catch feelings, become slightly obsessed, confess, get rejected and fall for the next guy who was nice to her.

It wasn't an ideal trait, but it was how she was and you weren't about to go telling her to change her ways. You knew you weren't that perfect yourself either.

"Hiyori! I'm heading to class first, I'll save you a backseat." You called before taking her bag with you.

You'd found two seats, although they weren't near the window as you'd have liked. You plopped down Hiyori's bag onto the table next to yours then left to use the restroom.

On your way back to the class, you saw Ushijima leaving the classroom. You began to frown but shrugged it off. However, you still felt uneasy. Picking up your pace, you rushed into the classroom only to see Hiyori bawling her eyes out while clutching a piece of paper.

All you had to see were a few curses scribbled in messy hand writing on the paper she held and that had your blood boiling.

You didn't even finish reading it, you crumpled the page up and stuffed it into Hiyori's hand. "We're reporting this to the principle, understand? But first, I'm going to kill that son of a bitch."

You were out of the classroom in a flash, your eyes looking for one person.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, you're so dead.

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"You!" He was only a few feet from where you were standing, and you kept your voice down to avoid a commotion. You two were at a corner too, no crowd to be seen.

Ushijima sighed and turned around. "Yes?"

"Yes? Really? Is that all you can say? You good-for-nothing-asshole-jerkface-stupidly-good-looking-dumbass! Just because you've got a pretty face doesn't mean you can go hurting my friend! How dare you?"

"I think there's been a misunderstand—"

"Don't interrupt me! Misunderstanding my flipping foot–"

"If I did something wrong, please tell me just so we're on the same page." He said, cutting you off.

You scoffed and impatiently tapped your foot before sucking in a deep breath. "You're getting on every last nerve of mine, Ushijima. Let's just get this over with."

"Get what over with—"

You clenched your fist by your side and violently swung at his face.

All your knuckles cracked and you pulled your hand away, shaking it off. "Ow ow ow ow ow what the fuck is your face made up of?" You cursed. The boy seemed to be unphased. You appeared to be in a lot pain on the other hand.

"(F/n)! It wasn't him!" Hiyori's voice caught your attention.

You spun on your heel. "What do you mean?"

"Don't do anything him, he came to apologise if he was rude when he turned me down. The note was left by Tendo-san, something about making you complete a bet and punching Ushijima-san. You'd know if you read the whole paper." Hiyori explained.

Gaping in disbelief, you took the note from hiyori's hand to examine it.

Bitch. Slut. Whore.
I need one last favour, make (f/n)-chan read the big writing and start crying dramatically. I need her to punch Wakatoshi-kun so I can win my bet. Everything is going according to plan! She'll be out the door to get Wakatoshi-kun the second she reads the first three words, I promise. I'll make it up to you for helping me out!
-Tendo

"What does he mean 'one last favour'? What else has he asked of you?" You asked.

"The confession to Ushijima-san in the morning was fake. I've never actually been that committed to his matches or liked him. Tendo-san just asked me to get rejected so you'd get mad at him or something."

You flushed in embarrassment and regret and turned to Ushijima. "Ohmygod I'm so so so sorry I genuinely thought you hurt her and I, um. I'm so sorry. Really." You rambled, bowing repeatedly.

You scurried away from the scene, cursing yourself under your breath while wringing your wrist since it was in pain. "I can't believe I'm such a dumbass." You mumbled under your breath.

"That's the least of your worries. You just punched Ushijima Wakatoshi. If that news gets around, you're as good as gone." Hiyori deadpanned.

Your shoulders slumped in dread. This was going to be an absolute nightmare.

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You pushed open the door to the infirmary with your left hand and walked in. "I have a hall pass, could I please get my hand chec— Ushijima-san?"

He got up off the desk he was sitting on and reached for your hand. You instinctively pulled away. "What are you doing?"

"Let me." He replied and reluctantly, you gave him your hand. He revealed an ice pack and placed it on your knuckles, the cold immediately relieving a bit of your pain.

"Why are you helping me?" You asked him.

"Hm?"

"I literally assumed you were an ass and punched you in the face. Why are you helping me?" You elaborated, gesturing to the ice pack.

"To ask for a favour." He responded.

"And what might that be?"

"Be our manager."

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Lmao this is kinda sucky I'm so sorry I'm trying my best I promise!!