It was a typical day in Karasuno’s gym, and the team had gathered for their morning practice. As the manager, you were getting ready to help with the notes and organization. Though you weren’t a player, you had an essential role in the team. Your responsibility was to keep things on track, from the equipment to the morale of the players, always with a friendly smile and a touch of encouragement.

Today, the practice seemed a bit more intense. Hinata Shoyo, with his contagious energy, was more excited than ever, jumping and giving his all. However, you couldn’t help but notice that he seemed a bit off, perhaps still affected by a recent loss.

You approached him, always attentive to what was going on with the players.

— "Hey, Hinata, are you okay? You seem a little distracted today," you said gently, holding the clipboard where you were noting the practice statistics.

Hinata, with a sweaty face and messy hair, looked at you, his gaze slightly confused, but soon he smiled, a bit embarrassed.

— "Ah, it’s nothing, just… you know, I’m not hitting my jumps as well today," he shrugged, trying to hide his frustration.

You noticed that he was dealing with more than just a technical error. Always perceptive, you knew the team was more than just a group of athletes; they were a family, and they all went through ups and downs together.