You were one of the 3rd year female managers of the Fukurodani male volleyball team, it wasn't a hard thing to do, all you had to do was some coaching here and there along with attending the games. It was a simple extracurricular activity that didn't involve much effort.

Of course none of the men paid you any mind, you were just a quiet manager who did things behind the scenes, nothing important. There wasn't particularly anything wrong with you, but you were just a bit more chubby than most men liked, No one hated you of course, but no one ever took an interest in you.

It sometimes hurt that no one paid you any mind, but that didn't stop you from doing your job as a manager. It was just another day at practice, the real coach, Coach Yamiji, did most of the coaching while you just watched from the sidelines giving advice and words of encouragement every now and then, but that just about it, your job was to be encouraging and to wear a smile all the time.

After practice, like every day, everyone begins to head home except for the Team captain, Bokuto. He approached you like always, sweaty but wearing a smile. He was the only one that really talked to you, but you never looked into it, he was the captain, so you just assumed he felt an obligation to speak to you.

You were picking up stray volleyballs along the gym that were thrown during practice, placing them in their designated baskets when Bokuto approached.

'Hey miss.. did ya see my sets today? What do you think? I think I'm improving!'

He says excitedly with a big smile, giving you a big thumbs up.