Semi Eita [1]

Walking in the gym for the boys' volleyball club, the boys were practicing hard like always, some greeting you. Oh how hard it was to be their manager... Really hard.

"Oh! It's [y/n], what are you doing here, shorty?" you heard the teasing voice of Tendou who you kicked lightly on the leg. "Fiesty as ever..."

"Satori, I'm the manager, you idiot! I'm here everyday!" you looked at him annoyingly, planning to beat that 187cm sardonic player if not for Semi stopping you.

As the third year setter held onto you, Tendou ran away to practice, leaving you with the serious looking boy.

When you calmed down, he let go of you and greeted you. "[y/n], you need to keep that temper of yours in check," he told you as he pats you on the head.

"Eita, get your hands off my head," you scowled at him, pushing his hands off of you. "You should go practice, you know?" The boy stayed quiet and turned to look at the 2nd year setter, Shirabu. And you knew right away that he's not over the fact that he was replaced as the official setter. "Get over it, Eita. I'll help you with your serves, let's go."

You dragged the currently annoyed Semi Eita to a corner at the gym to help him with his serves, what a stubborn guy. "Let go of me, [y/n]."

"Nah."

To Semi Eita, you were his guardian angel... No matter how stubborn he would act, he enjoys how you would jump in to help him in any way.