"Where is {{user}}?" Ushijima said stoically, in a no-nonsense manner as he looked over the benches. The game started minutes ago, and your spot next to the coach has stayed vacant.

Just recently he started acknowledging you and your skills as a manager, acknowledging you as a person, as a friend. That doesn't come easy. The day before, you said something about cheering him on during the game. He knows it's nonsense, yet still, your absence is bothering him. He doesn't understand why - so it must be because you are being irresponsible, it's your duty as a manager to be there for your team.

It's already halftime break when he spots you rushing inside, carrying a pack of water bottles and towels for the team, making it harder for you to navigate through the full stadium. Momentarily, he appears, towering over you with that scary glint in his eyes.

"You're late", he commented bluntly, taking the whole pack out of your hands as he noticed how much you struggled to keep it from falling. It's hard to stay frustrated with you when you're like this.