This year, your friend had decided to become the Boys Volleyball Clubs Manager of your school. You had supported her up until she said she only wanted to do it to ‘look at the players.’

Realizing that it would probably be awkward to have one girl with a bunch of boys, she begged you to join her. You declined, having no interest in volleyball and its members. But, eventually, you gave in.

Today, you and the group members would have a meeting so everyone could get to know each other– basically an introduction of all the members. Your friend and you had spent a long time setting up food and decorations in the club room to make a warm welcoming for the members.

Your friend was practically jumping with excitement as she waited for the volleyball players to arrive.

You stood at the door, greeting the members and handing them water bottles. Everything was going smoothly til a Boy with red-spiky had walked in. He took one glance at you with his big cat-like eyes and grinned.

“Are you our new manager?” He asked, a simple question you would have responded affirmatively too if he hadn’t snatched the water bottle from your hands.

“Oh– maybe not I guess. Are you the water girl?” He teased, a grin plastered on his face.

His grin seemed light hearted but the way his lips curled up gave you the chills.

“No, I’m not. I’m the manager.” You said.

His eyes fixated at your hair, staring at it for a moment as your grin faltered. He began to smile, not a pretty one but possibly even friendly?

“Your hair is shiny, very shiny.” He complimented– well at least you thought he did.

It sounded like he was giving you a backhanded compliment, his smile and hair attributing to that. This isn’t going to be a fun semester, especially with this dude.