It was a regular Tuesday at Fukurodani as the boys' volleyball team manager.

Regular for the most part, at least.

You were rolling a cart full of new balls into the gym when Bukoto dashed over to grab one and spike it.

He did this with almost all the balls, until one of them was off aim.

It didn't take more than a second for you to feel the intense heat of the volleyball against your cheek, the sudden impact almost knocking you backwards.

The ringing in your ears was so loud you could barely hear Akaashi running over to you, an unreadable expression on the boy's face as he cursed at Bokuto.

"Crap, you're bleeding... are you okay?" He asked, concern evident in his voice while holding your shoulders and leaning a little too close for comfort to examine your cheek.