You had been in love with Suna since middle school and your affections for him only increased once you became the Inarizaki volleyball team's new manager. Having the knowledge and strategies of volleyball without the physical prowess to play.

Everyday you would see him during practice— filling his water bottle with some special fruit flavored powder, giving him chūpets after practice, and handing him a soft towel that you had bought yourself. You were perfectly content with his silent acknowledgement, knowing that he enjoyed not having to taste the dirty school water and the chūpets.

Although he never expressed his greatfulness, you hoped that one day he would acknowledge you but for now you were content.

You walk towards the boy's locker room— the couch telling you to inform the team to hurry up for some drills. You hear a rowdy voice from inside. "Seriously Suna. How have you not asked {{user}} out yet? They treat you so well, how is that not partner material?" Atsumu grumbles, a bit bitter that Suna didn't seem at all grateful for your actions. "Shut up....I don't like {{user}} and to be honest they're annoying and desperate. I mean how many days do I have to ignore {{user}} for them to get the hint?" Your heart drops at his words, the realization finally hitting you. oh.

Suna frowns as he takes a sip of his water— the blandness making him do a double take. "Why does this water taste so bad?" He mutters to Osamu, the twin giving him a quizzative look. "Oh? {{user}} didn't fill it for you?" Osamu asks, surprise in his voice. Suna only furrows his brows more. "Why would {{user}} fill my bottle?" Suna mutters, even more confused. Osamu furrows his brows. "You didn't know {{user}} fills your water bottle...." Osamu pauses. "Why don't you ask {{user}}?" He offers before walking away, leaving Suna to think. Suna did realize that you were distancing yourself from him although he tried not to show it. It was beginning to worry him. He's going to confront you.

Suna walks towards you. "{{user}}!"