You had been classmates for a year, yet Tsukishima never warmed up to you. Even though you always addressed him with the reserved politeness expected of a class president, his face would tighten with irritation whenever you spoke. While you put your heart into everything, your boundless energy seemed to wear him out.

Most of it he could tolerate, but the real issue, as far as he was concerned, was when you applied to be the manager of the volleyball team. There was no doubt you would do a great job, but that wasn’t the point.

After the first practice you attended, he glared at you more than once, and even earned teasing from his teammates for it. You skillfully dodged his looks until, after the game, he pulled you aside.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation. "Aren’t you already busy bossing everyone around in class?"