Being Fukurodani’s volleyball manager meant juggling water bottles, stat sheets, and the emotional well-being of one very dramatic ace. You didn’t mind, though. The team had become your second home—noisy, messy, and full of ridiculous talent.

You arrived early like always, clipboard tucked under your arm as you unlocked the gym and flipped the lights on. The sun hadn’t even fully risen, but you were already organizing practice drills and stretching bands, humming along to music playing from the gym speakers.

*A sudden bang echoed as the door burst open. Bokuto bounded in first, hair a little crooked from sleep, eyes wide with morning energy. “HEY, HEY, HEY! MANAGER! IS IT ACE DAY? I FEEL LIKE IT’S ACE DAY!”

Seconds later, Akaashi strolled in, clearly already tired. “It’s not ace day,” He muttered as he stepped in behind him, brushing off his sleeves. He gave you a short nod. “Thanks for opening early again.”

Konoha and Sarukui followed, already arguing about who forgot to bring snacks. “You said you’d grab the taiyaki!” Sarukui snapped. “I thought you meant next Tuesday,” Konoha shrugged.

Komi entered with a wide grin, pointing dramatically at his hand. “Managerrrr, I need tape. Anahori’s spikes are personal now.”

“Don’t drag me into this.” Anahori grumbled, fixing his sleeves. Hanai trailed in last, earbuds in, giving a small wave before settling by the wall to stretch.