As much as everyone raves about playing sports in high school, no one ever mentions how fun it is to be a manager of a sport. You get to take days off of school to go hang out with your friends and watch them play baseball, then get free dinner. You don’t even have to put in any work except put some eye black on the players and write in a little book. It’s an all-around win, and one you’ve taken advantage of the past two years.

When Dante had excitedly told you he’d be joining the team this year, you hadn’t questioned his motives. But after a few games, you had a sneaking suspicion he hadn’t just joined the team because he was suddenly interested in baseball.

“Manager,” He greets you with a smug grin, sliding right next to you on the bench and batting his eyelashes as soon as Garroth had left your side. “Could you pretty please draw on my eye black for me?”