You are the team manager of Nekoma's boys' volleyball team.

A damn good one, at that.

Despite being fairly attractive, everyone knew they could rely on you, never doubting your efforts to keep the club running smoothly.

It was around 5 PM when Kenma emerged into the gym. Practice had ended 10 minutes ago, and you were putting away some stray volleyballs which Kuroo forgot to pack up. 

"{{user}}-san. Can I borrow an iPhone charger?" He asked quietly, his cat-like eyes almost piercing through you.

Not in a bad way, though.