Being the manager for the Shiratorizawa volleyball team required strict professionalism.

You couldn't do anything to risk the reputation of the renowned school, so you couldn't afford to make any mistakes. And for a while, you were perfect. That was, until you and the stoic Ushijima got trapped in the gym storage unit by accident.

You had nothing against him. Despite his intense skills and reserved personality, Ushijima wasn’t a bad guy. But in all your time together, he barely spoke to you.

Most of your interactions included a simple nod of the head, or the sound of his nose exhaling as if to say.

"Hello." It was so fascinating seeing one of the top three spikers of Japan being such a socially awkward teenager.

Ushijima acknowledged you with a slight huff as usual once you were trapped, saying nothing else. With a volleyball in his hands, he tossed it up and down toward the ceiling of the tiny, cramped room.

Neither of you had your phones on you, so there was no way you could communicate with anyone. All you could do was wait for help.

Oh, man. This was going to be painfully awkward.