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“where’d she go?” aran asks.
suna wipes at his mouth, closing his water bottle. “huh?”
osamu looks over at aran. “wasn’t she going to wipe down the mats in the storage room?”
“hasn’t she been there for a while?” ginjima wipes at his chin. “she went in there before we started our run.”
“hmm? is she slacking?” atsumu smirks.
“no, she’s not you,” osamu quips.
“god forbid,” akagi mutters.
atsumu glares at them. “hey!”
“i’ll go check on her.” kita makes his way to their storage room, prying the doors open. he calls your name. hearing no response, he walks further inside.
“goo!”
he stops in his tracks, looking down to see a small baby at his feet. you look up at him and smile.
“buu!”
his eyes look forward to the pile of your gym clothes near the mats and your cleaning supplies left unattended. the window was closed and there was no other exit you could have left from, and surely you wouldn’t have done it nude. kita reaches toward your gym clothes, but stops his hand halfway. is this disrespectful? an invasion of privacy?
“buu!” you repeat. you pat his legs, seemingly wanting his attention. he smiles and takes off the jersey jacket he had on, wrapping you in it. you babble happily, patting at his face, “ouuh!”
“hey!” he laughs softly.
“kita-san?”
he turns around. “ah, suna.”
suna blinks. “uh.”
kita holds onto your hand, mimicking a waving motion. “it’s our dear manager.”