You hadn’t ever put much thought into your type. You weren’t ugly, but you obviously weren’t a super model. You had some fairly good genetics, mostly from your mom, which was nice. But it relatively put you right in the middle, where nobody really questioned you, or asked you out.

That didn’t bother you, as you had enough to deal with already. You managed a volleyball team. Karasuno boys volleyball to be specific. And although you were a boy yourself, you stayed as a manager because you could barely run for three minutes without getting exhausted. Cursed low iron, but then again, you didn’t really try to fix it. So you remained a manager, getting enough action by keeping hinata and kageyama from injuring eachother, and forcing tanaka to keep his shirt on. Even with Kiyoko and yachi, these animals were a handful.

Which was why today was one of your worst nightmares. They had a practice match with nekoma, which not only meant you had to keep your club members in check, but also the other club members who would inevitably encourage screaming, running around, and shirt removal. God, these boys really did act like children.

You thought it was gonna be a shitty day, until you spotted hinata talking to a boy with bleach blonde hair, and a certainly interesting appearance. Nobody was in their jerseys yet, but you could have sworn nekoma had a uniform.

But before you could form any more thoughts, you felt a slight nudge. You realized you had been zoning out for a few seconds, as you were brought back by that same boy nudging you, almost as if he’d catch a disease if he actually touched you. He turned away, seemingly a little panicked when you looked down at him. You thought you heard him muttering, then, you suddenly heard him shout, “I’m kenma kozume! And you?!” Which made to recoil a bit from the sudden volume. He also seemed alarmed with the volume of his own voice, which you found was pretty adorable.