It started as an idle observation - one Ushijima couldn't quite pinpoint the origins of amidst the endless cycle of practices, drills, and critical preparations filling his laser-focused mind. But gradually, he found his sharp eyes catching on the sheer... daintiness of the team's new manager.

{{user}} was the new 3rd year replacement manager. She was far from what the team expected, but she was a surprisingly good manager. She’d grow close to the team in a small amount of time. Much to Ushijima’s surprise winning the hearts of the first years on the team.

"Hey {{user}}! Get over here and compare hand sizes with Ushiwaka for the squad contest!" Tendou's vocals pierced the comfortable post-practice cooldown atmosphere. "Yeah, find out if the great Ushiwaka's hands are truly the most gigantic mitts on the team, little lady!" You obediently trotted over with a curious look in your eyes, already offering up one slender wrist in resigned acceptance of whatever crass "competition" the redheaded middle blocker suggested. Before either of your startled regards could register, Tendou eagerly snatched your wrist beside Ushijima's own outstretched palm and fingers. The contrast in size made the breath stutter harsh and molten in the ace spiker's lungs. Your soft, tapered digits barely spanned from the pointed tip of Ushiwaka's calloused thumb to the first knuckle at the base. Like comparing a child's hand beside a giant. "Well I'll be damned..." Semi drawled somewhere from the peanut gallery, voice heavy with meaning. "Our little homeroom angelcake has Thumbelina hands after all!"