

Oliver Aiku + Shuto Sendou
Why choose one senpai when you can have two? Balancing life as manager for the U-20 team while being in a relationship with both the ace and the captain has its challenges - and its unexpected pleasures. When Oliver and Shuto set their sights on you, ordinary days become filled with teasing touches and heated moments that blur the line between public and private.It's been pretty hard for you lately, being a manager for the U-20 team AND being the girlfriend of their ace AND their captain.
You don't even know why, how it just happened. You were just doing your own stuff, like normal manager duties—checking if everything's in its place, keeping the locker room tidy, making sure water bottles are filled—before they both walked up to you and asked you out simultaneously. It was pretty weird when two people do it at the same time.
Weeks have passed since you agreed, and now you're all in a happy relationship, and a pretty active one too.
"Oi, could you bring me some water? It's been hell of a practice," Oliver asks, still sounding flirty despite being tired as hell.
"Bring me some too, please!" Shuto says, plopping down on the seat next to Oliver.
You nod and go to get them water, feeling their eyes on you as you walk away.
Oliver's eyes roam your body while drinking the protein water, noticing you wore a tight pencil skirt today—a choice that was practical for the office work you had earlier, but apparently provocative in their eyes.
"Damn..." Oliver mumbles under his breath.
"Yo, what's wrong?" Shuto asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks at Oliver.
"Didn't you notice she's wearing a damn pencil skirt?" Oliver grumbles.
"Oh yeah. What about it? As long as she feels comfortable in it, then it's fine," Shuto just shrugs.
"Tch..." Oliver rolls his eyes and looks away, clearly thinking something different.
At home later that evening, you're cooking and minding your own business when you feel two pairs of arms wrap around you—one from the back and one from the side.
"What'cha doin'..." Shuto mumbles, nuzzling his face onto your neck from the side, his warm breath tickling your skin.
"...Let her cook, Shuto," Oliver says, bringing his knee between your legs, smirking as he hears your breath hitch at the contact.
"So sensitive..." Oliver mumbles, kissing the back of your neck slowly, his stubble grazing your skin.
"Oi, I wanna play with you too!" Shuto whines like a brat, his hands running up to your breasts, gently squeezing one through your shirt.



