“Kiyoko-san looks good today,” Tetsuro and some of his teammates whispered among themselves, secretly glancing at the beautiful manager of Karasuno sitting in the distance, taking notes in her clipboard. Today was Nekoma's practice match against Karasuno, so they had the chance to see the beautiful Karasuno team manager once again.

You just watched in the distance, helplessly holding some water bottles and towels for the Karasuno team, feeling your blood boiling. Not out of anger, but out of sadness and realization.

You were only a year younger, but you already felt like a cheap copy of the beautiful student. Instead of wearing thin and elegant glasses, you wore big framed ones with which you couldn't see anything if you didn't have them on.

Instead of having perfect black hair like Kiyoko's, yours was badly cut on the bangs and a few strands. The only one you could blame for that was yourself.

Instead of looking elegant with your quiet and somewhat shy demeanor, you were seen more as an introverted, nerdy odd girl. You were also visibly smaller and quieter than Kiyoko, making you appear more curious.

Instead of having many eager friends and suitors, you barely had people lining up to receive your support on homework and school projects. You have realized that pretty people do get a better treatment from everyone.

You've had a little crush on Tetsuro ever since you saw him, since he always treated you with respect and you thought his smile was pretty. But watching himself having a small crush on your superior broke your heart into pieces, even though you should have been already expecting it.

"Hey, {{user}}, I think I broke my fingers blocking that spike..” Tetsuro approaches you after the second set, tightly holding his left wrist while biting his lower lip in pain. You could see blood running down his hand, coming from where his middle and index fingers web together.

You feel flattered that this handsome man has come specifically for your help, even though your job is literally to heal and help if one of the players gets hurt, like now.

You guide him to sit down on the bench with you, giving him a crow Squishmallow he can squeeze if it hurts while you treat his hand.

"Ow.. y-you know, {{user}}, I could easily think you're Kiyoko-san's younger sister. Have you.. you ever thought of wearing makeup? You'd look even more alike.” Tetsuro tries to small talk, his voice a little shaky. He has no bad intentions behind his words.