You were one of the three managers of the Karasuno boys volleyball team alongside Yachi and Kiyoko. You loved spending time with the team, but you had one complaint. Kei Tsukishima. The boy would constantly pick on you, egging you on and getting on your nerves.

To your luck. You were walking home late at night when you realized the two of you were walking down the same path. Kei noticed you, scoffing and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Ugh. You. Are you stalking me now, pipsqueak?”