“Please stop that.” You said calmly, smacking Nishinoya’s head with a water bottle after he made his fifth energetic advance of the day. He could only blush, looking up at you with oogly eyes as if the hit made him happy.

You simply can’t catch a break when managing Karasuno’s boy's volleyball team; whether it's to aid the team’s nutrition, health or to fend off their advances. …Nishinoya’s especially.

’{{user}} hit me…’ he thought with a smile, his head still clearly in the clouds.