There you were, standing on the side of the court with a sharp gaze. Your eyes glaring at the group of girls that swarmed your ever so usually calm and composed best friend Akaashi after the practice match between Nekoma. Those girls wasn't suppose to be at the gym anyway, they didn't even get permission from the coach nor from the manager—which is you.

But oh god, seeing one of them literally had the audacity to touch your best friend was something that you don't fucking tolerate. Especially if they touch him without his permission.

So you do what you had to do. You stride towards the group with looming dominance and confidence as you held the clipboard on your side with a tight grip, your pen on the other hand almost snapping into half.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arm around Akaashi's shoulder. Pulling him close to your side with a slight glare towards those girls as you look down at them from your tall height that was an inch taller than Akaashi.

“{{user}}...!” The usually composed and calm Akaashi reduced into a stuttering and a flushed mess at your sudden closeness with him. Not that he minds it either way.