"Come on, Takeru."

As Oikawa and his nephew walked, a flash of pink passed by them.

He tensed up. Sakura? He stopped walking and turned around, hoping that it wasn't just a trick of the light. He managed to catch a glimpse of pink as the person turned in the other direction.

"Tooru?" Takeru called out, confused at Oikawa's sudden movements and silence. He grew more confused when he saw the excited glint in Oikawa's eyes and the sudden fired-up expression on his normally apathetic face.

Since when was she here?

"You're late," Ukai turned to the person who just arrived.

"..Sakura."

It was time for their trip to the Tokyo away games.

"Taking off in the middle of the night is pretty exciting!" Hinata enthusiastically said. Because of how much he was looking forward to go, he wasn't able to sleep. That doesn't mean his energy was affected, though.

Coach Ukai yawned, scratching the back of his neck as he went inside the van.

She's late.

"What kind of half-assed block was that, four-eyes?"

Everyone in the gym turned to the source of the sound.

'P-pretty!'

There stood a pink-haired woman, dressed similarly to Karasuno's managers.

The said team was speechless.

Pink-hair, emerald-colored eyes. Weirdly-fitting.

Coach Ukai sweat-dropped, typical entrance. He liked the quiet pinkette better than this fiery one. Maybe he'll tell that sensei of hers to make her wear the bandages again, since aside from covering her eyes, it even covers her attitude.

"The penalty this time is Shinzen's special "Refreshing sprint up the grassy hill", apprently."

The team groaned.

"Alright. Go!" Daichi signaled for them to start.

Their manager came back, and they didn't expect the change. Aside from how her eyes fit her, her attitude turned a complete 360. But the change was welcome. As they ran, they couldn't help but comment at her appearance.

"Her eyes are like jewels!" Tanaka said, eyes sparkling.

"Another jewel for Karasuno, yosh!" Nishinoya rejoiced.

"Pink-hair and green eyes.." Tsukishima said, still not able to accept the new addition to her facial features.

They didn't expect the exotic-haired female to be quite the looker now that her eyes are open for the world to see.

Majority sighed, thank Kami for such blessings.

The object of their discussion was inside the gym. Just as she made her comment upon her arrival, she was immediately grabbed into a headlock by Coach Ukai.

"O-ow! Let go of me, old man!" Sakura made feeble attempts at getting released at the increasingly tightening grip the male had on her head.

Coach Ukai finally released her as he noticed they were gathering enough attention due to her ruckus and probably by her looks and grand entrance. "You could've easily made me let go with one of your martial arts moves, or use your ape-punch you're famed to have."

Sakura stuck out her tongue at him.

A cough was heard, causing them to turn to Takeda-sensei, who was smiling.

Somehow, his smile made them uneasy and they stopped their, admittedly, childish antics.

Yachi was gaping at the woman. Such beauty! Even Shimizu was wide-eyed.

Sakura turned to greet her fellow manager—managers, she mentally corrected herself, seeing a new addition. "Hi!" She bowed in greeting.

Shimizu bowed, letting out a quiet "Hello." And Yachi was bowing repeatedly, stuttering. "H-h-hello!"

"And you are?" Sakura smiled at the smaller female, the other new manager.

"Y-y-y—" She couldn't introduce herself with how fixated the woman's eyes were on her. Shimizu took pity, and, giggling a bit, continued for her. "She's a first-year, Yachi Hitoka."

Yachi was probably in heaven, seeing as she was standing in the middle of two beautiful specimens.

The pinkette giggled, poking Yachi on the cheek. "I'm Haruno Sakura. Nice to meet you, Toka-chan."

Yachi fainted.

Hinata and Yamaguchi peeked inside the gym as they finished their sprints. "Shinzen and Ubugawa are still in their first set?" Yamaguchi was in awe.

"Yeah. Their serves are awesome!"

"Toka-chan!" They heard Sakura exclaim in surprise, and they saw their newest manager in the arms of the pinkette, red faced and passed out.

"Woah, Yachi-san!" Yamaguchi went to help them, followed by Hinata. The team outside looked at each other, then went inside to see what the commotion was about.

They sweat-dropped at seeing two of their managers huddled around their newest one, Hinata and Yamaguchi awkwardly hovering over them.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sakura asked, pouting.

Nishinoya and Tanaka fainted.

Coach Ukai sighed exasperatedly as Takeda-sensei shook his head in amusement. The other teams around them were watching the team in a mixture of confusion, interest, and admiration.

Having three cute managers must be great. Some thought in envy.

"We amazingly lost all our games." Sugawara sighed, lying on the grass with his other colleagues. Yamaguchi was with them, wiping his face.

They were reflecting on their matches, then decided to train as they stood up. As they stretched, Daichi spoke up. "I feel like she's hiding something." They didn't need to ask who, having thought the same thing.

They parted ways soon after, training separately.

Yamaguchi stayed for a few moment, before nodding at himself and going towards the gym. 'Serves! I'll hit some, too.'

"Tsukki! I'm gonna hit some serves, do you—" Tsukishima held up a hand to silence him.

"We already practiced enough. There's no point in wasting energy. Going all out in practice isn't going to solve everything."

Yamaguchi stayed silent. "R-right." He nodded slowly.

The bespectacled male walked out, not noticing a certain pinkette following him.

Somehow, through a challenge, Tsukishima was roped into blocking Bokuto's spikes.

"Y'know, four-eyes, you're pretty good at reading blocks, but.." Bokuto began, looking for the right words.

"Your blocks are weak."

They turned to the speaker, seeing the pinkette leaning casually against the gym doors.

"Exactly!" Bokuto said with a thumbs up.

"Hm?" Kuroo tilted his head, "You sound like you know a lot about blocking, Miss..?"

'You sound like a womanizer.' The three others couldn't help but think, sweat dropping.

The pinkette smirked. Akaashi narrowed his eyes at her, which attracted her attention. "Got a problem, pretty boy?" He shook his head, turning away. The three others watching the exchange in interest.

"A friend of mine is pretty.. Enthusiastic in blocking. I picked up a few tricks," She suddenly looked bored, "Your spikes are nothing."

Everyone in the gym tensed up at her words.

"And it's Sakura. Haruno, Sakura." She bowed slightly, almost mockingly. "How about a three-on-three?"

That excited Hinata, "She's a player, a setter! She could set for the other team!"

The pinkette shook her head, to the confusion of the males. "I'll block."

They were cut-off by two other managers knocking on the gym doors.

"I'm sorry, but the cafateria is going to close soon."

It was a loss, one after another.

"The parents from Shinzen High gave us some watermelons!" Managers from Fukurodani and Ubugawa came in, carrying plates of the refreshing fruit.

The players were relieved, finally, a break.

They all took a break, chatting with one another and eating watermelons.

"Sorry, by the way. I might have pissed off your glasses guy yesterday." Kuroo approached the Karasuno players, apologizing to Daichi, seeing as he was unable to find the person he was supposed to apologize to.

"Hm?"

"I provoked him and said he was going to lose to your shrimpy over there." He gestured towards said shrimpy, who was seating with Kenma and Lev.

After getting Daichi's forgiveness, he couldn't help but ask the thing that has been in his mind since last night. "By the way, who's that new manager you guys have? The pink-haired one." As the female was brought up, they were all looking around, and saw her sitting by herself surrounded by slices of watermelon. They sweat-dropped, must be a fan.

Before anyone could answer, Sugawara called them over, "We're about to start!"

"Go!"

It was another loss for Karasuno. Coach Ukai, Takeda-sensei, and their managers watched as they sprinted up the grassy hill again.

Sakura cocked an eyebrow.

It was the last day of training camp.

The team felt excitement, it's time to show off, now that their managers are complete. They'll give them a show

Sakura watched the players play, noting how better her team turned out.

They watched as Bokuto did a feint, a clear sign that he ran away from the block.

Her eyes twinkled in amusement, "That four-eyes was awesome for a moment there." Then he turned to Shimizu, "What are their stats, Mizu-senpai?" Then she added, "Would it be okay if I called you that?"

Shimizu nodded, smiling. The pinkette was cute. "3 wins, 61 loses." She read the tallied stats she had.

"That bad, huh." She breathed out, with a hint of a laugh. "Oh," She fully turned to her fellow managers, "I'm a second-year, by the way."

"H-haruno-senpai!" Yachi stuttered out, bowing.

The pinkette giggled, a melodic sound in the ears of the listeners. Her company couldn't help but smile, her happiness was contagious.

"They're like sponges," She captured the attention of the others that were occupying the bench with her. "They absorb things really quick, It's almost unbelievable." She was grinning. Her fellow managers were smiling at how excited she looked, noting how much cuter she was.

Coach Ukai was alarmed, something Takeda-sensei noticed but chose not to comment on. "She better not be thinking of playing them." He mumbled, fingers intwined in front of him in thought. He wasn't sure if it would be a good thing, or if it would turn out to be as bad as he thinks if she played with them now. The possibility of her damaging their psyche was still high.

Sakura seemed to have noticed how silent their coach has become, or perhaps it was the unease she felt from him. She slightly turned to him, head tilted in a questioning way, her lips turning up in a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Yachi, who glanced at her, went rigid. Scary.

"Don't worry, Ukai-san." The change in suffix was immediately noticed, as well as the change of the atmosphere around her. "You think so lowly of your team." She finished, her tone turning cold as her eyes narrowed. As she said this, her attention was still in the game in front of her.

The bench was silent.

"Ah, we lost." Sakura deadpanned as the game finished.

The whole time the game was going on, the bench was silent. Something the team noticed whenever they took a time-out. Even though they were being told about plays to do, who to block and where to spike, they couldn't help but take note of how distracted everyone in the bench were. Even Yachi, who would usually cheer them on, was silent. They all seemed to be pondering on something.

As the team surrounded them, Sakura couldn't help but be proud of how her team has become, showing her satisfaction of their game by clapping. "I'm impressed, you guys were amazing." Even Shimizu and Yachi were clapping alongside her, pausing their thoughts to smile at their players.

The team was flattered, face flushing at the praise. 'Must protect.' Nishinoya and Tanaka thought, eyes hardening, their eyes darted at every possible corner a creep might be hiding to spy on their managers.

The team didn't win, but they didn't feel like they lost, either.

As they were all talking about their previous games, Coach Ukai approached Sakura. He seemed to be embarrassed as he looked at anywhere but her. "I realized how right you were, I was unconsciously looking down on the team's abilities." That captured the team's attention. "I was kind of afraid you'd get too excited and make them do stuff that could put their spirits down." The team didn't understand.

"They're boys, Ukai-kun. They're not fragile." Those that were on the bench were surprised at how soft the pinkette said it, unlike how intimidating she was a while ago. "For them to evolve, you have to allow them to go through tough situations." Even though she said this, she could still see the unease in the male's eyes.

Then she face-palmed, a drastic change from her earlier self. The mood seemed to lighten, whatever heavy mood the air had minutes prior had dissipated. "Damn, I lost the bet."

Coach Ukai smirked, going along to further raise the mood. "Again? To whom?" The others didn't forget what transpired, how their coach doubted them for a while, but accepted his reasons. They couldn't help but agree with the pinkette's words. They had to evolve.

And as their coach's words registered in their heads, they had the thought that losing a bet was a normal thing when it came to the pinkette.

"To a cat."

On another bench, a certain coach could be seen grinning.

As they were laughing, talking about the upcoming barbecue Nekomata-sensei arranged, Sakura felt eyes on her. Turning around, she noticed the two—owls, a voice inside her head snickered—staring at her, looking serious. Emerald orbs turned to another pair—cats, a voice inside her head whispered, almost laughing—looking at her the same way. She noticed the tallest male from the cats' team staring at her in interest. She cracked a smirk, cocking an eyebrow. Then she winked.

The response was instantaneous, flushed faces and eyes averted.

They didn't seem to notice the attention their actions gathered as players from the other teams were looking at the players, intrigued.

"BAR.."

"BE.."

"CUE!"

All the players present were drooling at the delicious aroma that wafted the area.

Sakura was sitting with the other managers, with them asking her questions ranging from "Is your hair natural?" To "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"So.. Is your hair really natural?" The long-haired manager of Fukurodani asked, curious.

The pinkette wiggled her eyebrows, which they noticed was also pink. It was enough of an answer, but she vocalized it. "The curtain matches the drapes." She laughed at the flushed faces of the managers.

The eavesdropping players also flushed.

Coach Ukai suddenly felt a chill run up his spine. Sakura must have done something.

Nekomata-sensei patted his back, "Now, now, Keishin! You look too serious, have a drink!" He said as he took a swig from a bottle of soju. "You should've brought Pinky!"

"She's underaged!" Takeda-sensei informed, looking aghast at the thought of their petite manager drinking.

Nekomata-sensei waved away his concerns, "Godaime—Her mistress, I mean, taught her a lot. She's a formidable drinking partner." Takeda-sensei's jaw dropped, unbelieving of the information.

Coach Ukai grumbled at the mention of the pinkette's name, something that didn't escape the old man's notice. "Oh? You guys must be having a disagreement."

The blonde let out a sigh, despite how much he hid it, it was still obvious to the other male. "I think she's thinking of playing with them."

They didn't seem to notice the other coaches listening in to their conversation. What's wrong with having the pinkette play with them? Nekomata-sensei grinned, "I overheard your talk with her, and she's right. Your team is on the brink of evolving. She even lost the bet we had when she said those words." He laughed.

Coach Ukai seemed to relax. Perhaps he was right, and he was just thinking too much on it. "What does she have to do?" It was regarding the bet.

He looked at him with a sly smile, "She has to help train my team." The old man laughed, gulping down the remaining liquid in his bottle.

"EH?!"

They were all eating, chatting, laughing, and over all having fun with the players from other teams.

"Sugawara-kun?" As the person in question looked at him, Yaku motioned to Yachi who was looking distraught.

They watched as a player came up to her, watching as she panics and takes a burnt piece of meat and shoved it in her mouth. Asahi saw what transpired and went up to her.

"Y-yachi-san, that was charred."

"Tastes like life." Yachi weakly replied, crunching on the burnt food.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Water?"

Yaku and Sugawara watched as Yachi was surrounded by players of varying heights, and couldn't help but compare them to people others would report to the police. They sweat dropped at the clearly scared female.

"Woah!" They turned to see what the players were gawking about, and saw the managers of every team present, with the exception of Yachi, huddled around and laughing.

Cute. They all thought, then suddenly felt dangerous vibes as Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Tora surrounded the females as a barrier from prying eyes.

Sakura excused herself from the other females, sighing in contentment as she went inside the first gym she saw and sat on one of the benches staring at the net that was set up.

Then she jumped to her feet, stretching her arms above her head.

"A small play wouldn't hurt." She mumbled at no one in particular, seeing as she was the only one inside the gym. She walked towards a ball lying on the floor.

Just before the barbecue, players were training. They didn't get to clean up in their haste to satisfy their hunger. So there were balls randomly lying all around the gym.

She went back on the court, closer to the net. She threw the ball in the air, receiving it. Then she raised her hands, setting the ball, watching as the ball flew high up in the air, jumping, then—

SMACK!

She grinned as she landed on her feet. She thought she was getting a bit rusty, but with how natural the flow of movements felt, she realized she didn't have to worry. She ran to get the ball, then went back to repeat her small self-training,

She heard the gym doors open behind her. Turning around quickly with the ball grasped closely to her chest, she saw the pudding-haired setter of one of the teams in the camp. Nekoma, her mind supplied, just as she read the name on the male's jacket. He was looking at her, wide-eyed, holding a mobile phone that was slowly slipping from his hold.

Just as it was about to fall down, the pinkette was suddenly in front of the male, 'Fast!' He thought as some of his hair flew up at the pressure of slight wind Sakura caused by her sudden movement. She managed to catch the phone as it fell down.

"Close your mouth, you're going to catch flies." She said as she gave him back his phone. "The boss' weakness is his head, by the way." She motioned to the game that was being shown on his phone's screen.

He snapped out of his stupor, looking down on his phone. "GAME OVER" it read in bold capital letters on the screen. He remembered feeling irritated that he couldn't damage the boss in the game no matter what he did, which was the reason he went to the gym. It was too rowdy with the other players and he wanted to concentrate on his game.

The pinkette seemed to be waiting for him to restart the level, as she was looking at him expectantly. Only a small distance was separating them, and he couldn't help but notice how weird the pinkette's feature were. The good kind of weird.

He restarted the level, tapping on the screen. Sakura noticed how his eyes lit up, concentration apparent and all his attention on his game. She couldn't help but compare him to a certain blonde friend of hers, who was as addicted to gaming as he was.

Kenma was surprised as he followed the pink-haired female's instructions. He focused his attacks on the boss' head, until the time came where he waited for an opening to finish it off. The phone suddenly let out a small tune, telling her it was a victorious win. She smiled, just as the male looked up.

"I'm Haruno Sakura." She introduced herself.

"Kozume.." He glanced at his phone, then looked back at her, "Kenma."

The pinkette grinned, "Nice to meet you!"

Kenma was suddenly aware of how close they were to each other, stepping back. Sakura didn't seem affected by his movement, looking at him, scrutinizing him. He felt as if she was seeing his soul, with how her emerald orbs stared at his. They stared at each other for a few moments, before Sakura broke off their eye-contact and moved away, back to her self-training.

"You're a setter, yes?" She suddenly asked, just as Kenma was going out of the gym.

He looked back to see the pinkette looking at him. He nodded.

"Set one for me."

Normally, Kenma would've bolted out by now. But he decided to follow her wishes. He had to thank her somehow, after all, and he couldn't seem to open his mouth to say the words.

He nodded again, putting down his phone on a bench. He walked towards the pinkette, going closer to the net.

"Ready?" The pudding-head nodded again.

Sakura threw the ball towards him. It must've been his nerves, his nervousness towards the person he just met, because as he raised the ball, he immediately knew it was off. He turned to the pinkette to apologize, but just as he turned, he heard the slam of the ball on the other side of the net and the pinkette landing on the floorboards. She grinned at him as his eyes widened in astonishment.

Then they heard a clap, which made them jump in surprise. They turned to see Kenma's partner and the two 'Owls', as her mind insisted on calling them. The other Nekoma—as seen on the jacket similar to the one Kenma was wearing—male being the source of the sound.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"That was amazing, Haruno-san."