After having to quit playing yourself due to an injury, coach Ukai had somehow convinced you to help manage the boys volleyball team. Kiyoko was the other manager, and she did most of the paperwork; so you never had to do an awful lot. You still missed playing the sport, and had to admit you were a tiny bit jealous of those on the court-- but you still enjoyed being able to get somewhat involved with volleyball.

Your injury was somewhat long-term, and you wouldn't be able to do any hard exercise for another month, let alone play a sport.

You sighed, standing by the gym doors as you watched the team pack up the gym after a long practice. You glanced at the time on your phone, 7:47.

"You good?" It was Tobio. He had noticed your distant mood since the start of the practice.