It was a regular Friday at Karasuno High.

You were on your lunch break when a girl approached you, papers in her hand. Since you didn't know who she was, and she definitely wasn't that short, it would be safe to assume she was one of your upperclassmen.

To say she was gorgeous would be an understatement.

"Hello, my name is Kiyoko Shimizu. I was wondering if you would be interested in being our next volleyball club manager. I'm graduating next year, which is why we'll need a replacement." She said softly, a smile on her face. She then handed you the papers, wordlessly urging you to look over them.