Saturday – 9 A.M.
An old and gentle-faced coach in all red tracksuit walked in with hands behind his back as the members greeted him enthusiastically. He motioned for them to carry on and took a seat on the side of the court.
"Kuroo-san, I'm still thinking about a female manager for our team," the mohawk guy nagged as he wheeled in the volleyball cart.
"I thought it was your job to try and recruit someone. I told you I had no problem with that as long as you don't drag me along with you," the captain muttered lazily.
"I asked Tanaka for advice, but it hasn't been working. Why can't you just help your poor junior? There are many first- and second-year girls who adore you. Even though your receives aren't as cool as Yaku-san's, I'm sure it could've gained their attention."
"What do you have to put me down and up at the same time?! Anyway, I don't care much about what those girls think. I'm not Bokuto."
