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Morning practice is like any other day. Kita shows up first followed by Suna with the Miya Twins trailing in last. By the time Kita’s already on the court, the twins barrel in, narrowly avoiding a lecture on tardiness.
That is the normal. However, today is slightly different. A good few steps ahead of the Miya Twins is y/n dragging a rather large cooler. Normally she arrives earlier, not as early as Kita but always in time to watch the twins stagger in the gym claiming they’re not late. But with the additional cooler, y/n is slowed down this morning.
Kita notices her struggle to make it up the step into the gym and walks over to assist her. Looking up, y/n sees him and smiles gratefully. But before y/n could actually be grateful, she hears the twins closing in on her.
Whipping her head around, y/n is given a moment to brace for impact as the Miya Twins collide with her causing all of them to start falling to the ground. Y/n tightens her hold on the cooler and hopes it doesn’t get too jostled on the way down, but she never feels the smooth surface of the hard floor.
Turning her head back, y/n faces Kita who catches her and stabilizes the cooler. Meanwhile the twins do fall, stringing curses and insults as they go down.
“Are ya alright?” Kita asks as he meticulously but quickly assesses y/n. He sees no visible damage and internally relaxes.
Y/n smiles at his fussing. To anyone else, it may look like Kita doesn’t care or isn’t worried because outwardly he appears as stoic as usual. But, y/n can see how his eyes dart everywhere and his hold on her is steady and firm.
“Of course I’m fine,” she waves off. “It wouldn’t be a normal day if no one suffers from the twins’ antics. I’m more worried about the cooler.”
Y/n carefully walks to the bench and sets the container down. She rolls her shoulders to loosen them up. Carrying the cooler all the way from home was quite tiresome, and she was standing there when the twins almost took her down.
Seeing that y/n’s fine, Kita turns to the mess of limbs on the floor.
“Mind explaining why y’all weren’t payin’ attention?” Kita questions, staring at the two of them. Atsumu and Osamu quickly detangle themselves and kneel in front of Kita with their heads down. They got a glimpse of his piercing eyes and don’t want to make further eye contact.
“We didn’t wanna be late,” Atsumu mumbles. Osamu just nods.
“So yer punctuality matters more than the safety of y/n?” Kita coldly states. Atsumu and Osamu freeze up and don’t respond.
Y/n looks over and watches as Kita lectures them on being aware of their surroundings. She overhears him chide them of being unaware on and off the court.
“It’s an essential life skill and I expect better from y’all as starting members of the team,” Kita finishes lecturing the twins. Afterwards, he heads over to Coach Kurosu and discusses practice drills for the morning. Atsumu and Osamu are left kneeling on the gym floor.
“Man, Kita-san sure went easy on you guys,” Suna says as he walks towards them. “If I were him, I would’ve made y’all clean the gym for weeks.”
“Y/n-chan wasn’t even hurt,” Atsumu yells, popping up from his kneeling position. Suna raises an eyebrow.
“I have evidence of attempted murder of our dear captain and his beloved girlfriend,” he says while waving his phone in his hand. “Starting from when she walked in to Kita-san finishing his lecture. I can always show it to him.”
Suna starts the video and fast forwards to the middle. “And you guys didn’t even apologize to yn-chan before she left. Kita-san must’ve been in a merciful mood to let off scrubs who don’t even apologize for almost killing his girlfriend and manager.”
If the blood wasn’t drained from their faces when Kita was lecturing them, it has now. Despite Osamu still being on the ground, he springs up and runs to y/n before Atsumu can comprehend what’s happening. He quickly ties up the volleyball net she was working on and faces her.
“Y/n-chan I’m sorry for runnin’ into ya,” Osamu sincerely apologizes. Unlike Atsumu, Osaumu’s totally fine with admitting when he messes up, unless it’s to his brother.
Seeing what Osamu’s doing, Atsumu quickly runs after him leaving Suna to open his camera app again. Most likely, Atsumu’s about to do something blackmail worthy.
Just as y/n’s about to reply to Osamu, Atsumu pushes his brother aside and kneels in front of y/n. He grabs her hand and pulls it to his chest.
“Y/n-chan,” he drawls. “I’m sorry for almost knockin’ ya down. Stupid ‘Samu and his fat head blocked my view.”
“What do ya mean, my fat head? Yer the one who was closest to her,” Osamu yells as he kicks Atsumu causing him to fall over. Atsumu looks up, fuming. He’s about to tackle Osamu just as y/n steps in between them.
“Yer embarrassing yerselves,” y/n coolly states looking back and forth between the brothers tired of their shit first thing in the morning. “I’m fine and accept yer apologies. Ya better start warming up before Kita-san sees ya.”
As if summoned by his name, Kita appears behind the twins emitting a dark aura. “Why aren’t ya warming up?”
“We’re goin’ right now,” Atsumu pipes. He and Osamu quickly stand up and scurry away like two foxes with their tails between their legs.
“Were they botherin’ ya?” Kita asks as he instantly softens when speaking to y/n.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” she replies. He hums and glances at the cooler.
“What’s in there?” He tilts his head to the cooler.
“It’s a surprise for after practice,” y/n smiles, linking her pinkie with Kita’s, and he smiles back.
“I’ll look forward to it then,” he says. Kita turns back to the rest of his teammates and leaves y/n to her managing duties. His face returns to his normal stoic look upon witnessing Aran smacking the back of Atsumu’s head.
“Let’s get started,” Kita begins.
Y/n watches Coach Kurosu blow his whistle ending practice. That’s her cue to put aside her manager notebook and carry the cooler out. As she hoists the cooler up, she listens to Coach Kurosu.
“Good practice today boys,” he begins. “We have our first practice match of the year coming up, and I know everyone’s been working hard with the new line up.”
The team looks at the coach. Everyone but Kita is unaware of y/n struggling to carry the cooler.
“So your manager has decided to prepare a special treat for y’all,” Coach Kurosu concludes perfectly synching with y/n carefully dropping the cooler on the bench next to him. Coach Kurosu looks at her signaling for her to talk. Y/n clears her throat while opening the cooler. The guys inch closer to get a look at the contents inside, but they can’t get a clear view.
“Because everyone’s been working so hard, I made y’all bentos,” y/n states. The team breaks out into gasps and awes as she pulls out a bento to show everyone.
“So-,” y/n tries to continue, but the team starts getting rowdy about their manager making them food, mostly Atsumu and Osamu.
“Quiet,” Kita monotonously commands. Immediately everyone silences. Y/n just sighs. By now she knows how they get.
“Please line up to receive one,” she instructs when she sees them give her their attention. Eager to see what’s in the bento, the team quickly forms a single file line. Y/n notices that Kita stands at the very back. She redirects her eyes to Aran who’s standing in front of her.
“Here ya go Ojiro-san,” y/n says, placing a bento in his hands.
“Thanks y/n-chan,” Aran happily replies. He quickly steps aside to see what’s in the bento. Inside he sees precisely placed onigiri, tamagoyaki, and pickled vegetables. He smiles and looks up, thanking the gods for such a kind manager and underclassman.
Behind Aran are the twins. Both of them refuse to wait behind the other, so instead, they’re standing next to each other. To appease them, y/n grabs two bentos and places one of them in each twins’ hands at the same time.
“Thanks,” Osamu says, then scurries off to the side to dig in.
“That scrub. Thank ya y/n-chan for makin’ me a bento,” Atsumu grins.
“Yer welcome ‘Tsumu. I made them for everyone on the team,” y/n dryly replies.
“Yer killin’ me,” Atsumu pouts as he walks to Osamu. “Samu, I bet my onigiri is bigger.”
“Nah way ya scrub,” Osamu says between bites.
Y/n ignores their antics and grabs another bento. Turning she faces Suna who doesn’t say anything and peers into the cooler. A small smirk lands on his face, and y/n has a bad feeling.
“Can I have that one?” Suna asks, pointing a a specific bento.
“No,” she immediately shut him down, presenting Suna the bento in her hand.
“Why not?” He fake pouts. Y/n mentally facepalms at him stirring shit up.
“It’s not for you,” she answers, emphasizing the ‘you’ part.
“Is it for Kita?” He lazily smirks when red blooms on her face.
“Shut up Rin,” she mumbles while pushing the bento that’s been in her hands to him.
Suna accepts with a look that says he’s happy he got a ruse out of y/n and walks to Aran. Immediately the twins follow, bugging them about who has the bigger onigiri. Y/n curses Suna for getting her flustered and turns back to the task at hand when Gin approaches her. Eventually the line thins down to finally end with Kita.
“Here ya are Kita-san,” y/n smiles shyly as she places the bento that Suna was eyeing into Kita’s hands. “I hope you like it.”
“Of course I will,” he replies, completely trusting her cooking abilities. Seeing as the others are content and not making a fuss, Kita sits down on the bench and gestures y/n to join him. She sits down next to him slightly anxious about the bento. It’s the first time she’s made anything for him, and if it’s terrible, she’d be absolutely mortified.
Kita senses that something’s bothering her with the small tells of her eyebrows scrunched up and playing with her fingers. He believes that she’ll tell him if she wants. Focusing back on the meal she prepared for him, Kita opens the bento and doesn’t see the same meal y/n prepared for everyone else. Instead of onigiri and tamagoyaki, he sees tofu hamburger with sauce and simply seasoned rice.
“Ya made this specially for me?” He asks with a smile and slight blush on his cheeks and ears.
“Yeah, since it’s yer favorite and all,” y/n mumbles out an answer a bit shy about making a separate meal for Kita. While everyone else’s meal was made in big batches with a mindset of conquering war, y/n had to use separate pots and pans to make a single portion for Kita. His was made with extra care that no one else got.
Kita smiles even more at the fact that y/n remembers his favorite dish he mentioned in passing conversation. Looking at the meal, he also notices how she switches the rice portion to create a balanced meal with tofu hamburger as the main protein source. It’s just another small thing she did that makes his heart swell with affection. Excited to taste her cooking, Kita thanks her for the meal and carefully eats his bento enjoying every bit of effort y/n put into his meal.
“It was really good,” Kita says after finishing the meal. Y/n sees that not a single thing was left behind, not even a single grain of rice.
“That’s great to hear,” she smiles happily. “I was a bit worried about how it turned out. I wanted to make sure the first meal I made for ya was edible.”
“Anything ya would’ve made, I would’ve enjoyed,” Kita simply states. “Cause yer the one who made it.”
Y/n blushes more at Kita’s straightforwardness, but nevertheless, she’s happy to hear that her first attempt is successful. With the confidence boost, y/n wants to make more delicious meals for him.
“Hey how come Kita-san gets a different bento,” Atsumu yells interrupting the moment between the couple.
“He’s her boyfriend ya scrub,” Osamu smacks his head.
“You could’ve just said you’re lonely,” Suna deadpans behind his phone capturing the bickering between the twins.
“Atsumu,” a voice emitting a cold aura calls out.
Y/n just chuckles at her team and her boyfriend thinking about the next dish she wants to make for him.