❝ villager b can fight too! ❞

yachi hitoka / affiliated with city of rays

[casuallysilver-blog]

Blinking as the blonde-haired girl spoke to him, Shiro turned his eyes upwards, as though he could see the thing on top of his head. “Eh?!” he gasped. 

It wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary. He was always lounging around the campus, sitting on the green, the roofs of the buildings or sometimes even sitting in trees, so having a leaf on his head was…actually quite normal. Laughing he reached his hand up and pulled the small piece of nature out of his silver locks.

“Thanks,” he smiled. “That’s pretty embarrassing, walking around with that on my head all day,” he chuckled.

[smallmanager-blog]

Yachi was actually rather surprised — no one told him a single thing about the green thing sitting on his head for a whole day?! There was an unexplainable feeling of pride and relief alike welling up in her chest — at least she was able to help him out! ...Even if it was rather nerve-wrecking to go up to a stranger and tell them something like that. 

❝ i’m glad that i could help! but... um, you went to class with a leaf on your head... and your professors didn’t tell you a thing about it..? ❞

Unless he was skipping class, of course — or if he was the type who cannot be noticed easily, but with his striking hair color, she supposed that the latter would not be a decent explanation for the situation at hand. 

[kotorixminami-blog]

The book the blonde girl was reading had caused Naoto to stare; more like observing, watching her reaction towards the book. She had read it long ago, and she had taken a liking to the author to the point where she bought every book said author ever made. She now owns every book the author ever wrote, reading each one over and over. Sure, some of the books are genres she never thought about reading, but how the author wrote just made each book so lovely. 

  Although she knows that staring is rude, and her stare can make people nervous, Naoto can’t gather up the courage to get up out of her seat to go strike up a conversation with her. She’s not good with people, honestly, but she does try, believe it or not. 

 The detective takes in a silent breath, looking down at her own book before picking up the bookmark and placing it carefully inside it, shutting her mystery novel. She stands up from where she sat slowly, making her way over the blonde girl. She feels her legs shake, which is normal for someone who is nervous about striking up a conversation with a complete stranger. (Though she has done so countless numbers of times for detective work.. why is this any different?)

 “Excuse me,” Naoto speaks up, once she reaches the spot where the blonde was. “I couldn’t.. help but noticing you’re reading a book from one of my favourite authors.. Are you enjoying it?” 

[smallmanager-blog]

Yachi barely noticed the girl stepping up to her. She couldn’t contain her yelp when the other started speaking to her — here it comes. She’s going to annihilate her there and then, right?! Of course she isn’t going to do anything bad to her, but it’s not like Yachi can contain her imagination when it runs wild. 

❝ e—eh? ❞ She sputtered, her yellow hues wide, as she was left flabbergasted. So the girl was simply just interested in the novel she had picked up earlier today at the library? She heaved a sigh of relief — so it was nothing that serious after all. 

❝ yes, the book is really interesting thus far! i mean... i just got this book from the library by chance this morning — i never thought that it would be so good! ❞ Yachi admitted. The thing is, Yachi actually did enjoy the suspense of flipping the pages of a good book — especially the mystery one which she had right now. Despite her otherwise paranoid personality, she actually fancied storybooks with dark themes. 

❝ do you read this author’s books often then, miss? ❞

[bluntowl-blog]

Akaashi hadn’t expected anyone to talk to him. Usually he looked unapproachable, what with the way it often looked as though he was gazing off into the distance…and this time he actually was doing that. Turning his head when he realized the girl was talking to him, his eyes widened ever so slightly. Hadn’t this girl been one of the managers for Karasuno? It seemed more people attended Sunrise than he had originally realized.

“Oh…this?” he asked softly, looking down at the onigiri on his desk. “I got it at one of the cafes on campus. Just down that way,” he said gesturing his hand towards the main dining halls. 

“Actually…do you want this? I don’t think I’m going to eat it,” he muttered, pushing the small box towards her. She looked really hungry and Akaashi had already finished two other onigiri.

“Were you one of Karasuno’s managers?” he asked bluntly, seeing no reason to dance around the question.

[smallmanager-blog]

❝ ah... i see! the one at the corner, right? ❞ She made a mental note to drop by at the café he was referring to more often in the future. 

As much as she is really tempted to gladly accept the onigiri the other had offered, she was rather reluctant to do so — it wouldn’t be nice to load off a free meal from someone she isn’t exactly that familiar with, after all. ❝ i—it wouldn’t be nice of me to just take the onigiri from you over here! ❞ She says, as she scratched the back of her head, her eyes still fixated on the onigiri. ❝ u—unless... you’re willing to let me pay you, or treat you for another meal in return? ❞

Yachi was astonished to a certain extent when the other was able to recognize her as one of Karasuno’s managers. Which means — score! — he must be one of the starters from Fukurodani which she had initially thought he resembled. 

❝ yes, i was one of Karasuno’s managers! you must be... from Fukurodani, right...? ❞

[slowtxwns]

   Surprisingly enough, Kenma had yet to visit the electronics store since his arrival to Soleil. Between adjusting to the change, volleyball, and schoolwork, he hadn’t exactly had the time to do so (much to his chagrin). So, the moment he had time to spare, Kenma was on the next bus to the mall. He wasn’t planning on staying long, as he hadn’t been able to bring anyone with him. Just a quick stop, he told himself.

   Kenma was impressed. The size of the store was huge, probably even bigger than the one he frequented in Tokyo. It allowed breathing room, unlike other game stores that were cramped and had one standing within arm’s length of another person (usually why he took Kuroo with him). He could browse in peace, and he liked that. Kenma was doing just that when someone approached him. He readied himself to dismiss a store clerk, though quickly discover that was not who inquired with him.

   A girl, looking quite nervous herself to be asking someone for help, had approached. Kenma felt himself feeling almost bad for her, detecting high levels of anxiety caused by having to speak to a stranger: he knew exactly how that felt. It almost eased his own nerves up, making it easier to respond to her.

   “Well…” Kenma drew in a breath of his own, “It depends… what system are you looking for..?” he decided that he didn’t mind helping, just a little bit.

[smallmanager-blog]

Alright, at least he didn’t seem that visibly angry or annoyed at her for approaching him, which was a good start — maybe this would go fine after all! ...Hopefully. Though, the other appeared to be almost as reserved and reluctant to talk to a stranger as she was — or at least, that was what Yachi could feel. 

❝ oh, um, i’m looking for a game on the... nintendo 3ds! ❞ Yachi replied, in an attempt not to fumble over her words. ❝ but, um, if there aren’t any dress up games on the 3ds then... maybe a game on the computer...? ❞ 

Yes, Yachi had a rather old 3ds console since she was in high school. Back then, people used to play games like Pokémon on the 3ds together in their little cliques. Yachi had to admit that she isn’t exactly that good at the said game — she lost at least 7 out of 10 times when challenging her peers. She preferred something lighter and more relaxing — like, say, Animal Crossing? Though, she was sure that people would start laughing and teasing her when they figure out about the type of games she enjoyed. 

❝ b—but it’s okay if you don’t know any! ❞ She added quickly. At the end of the day, she didn’t want to pressure the other to help her if he didn’t have any games to suggest to her. 

[moneydearest]

Tsukishima was having his lunch break after his first two classes that day. So of course he was sitting at table on his own with his headphones in his ears as he read a book. He had a tray of food in front of him which was partly eaten as he really was into this book. His song had just ended when he heard a rather familiar voice. 

Looking up he puts his headphones around his neck. He couldn’t help but smirk at whom he sees standing before him. It was none other than Hitoka Yachi. One of the managers of his team back at Karasuno High. “Yachi. I didn’t know you went here. Sure take a seat. I don’t mind” he says politely as he gestures to one of the chairs at his table.

[smallmanager-blog]

For a moment, everything seemed normal. Then she heard her name being called. She swore that she froze at that moment, as her mind whizzed to comprehend what just happened, and who that familiar voice belonged to. Glancing up, she saw the bespectacled male staring back at her, and she could feel herself sweating. Again. 

❝ t—tsukishima-kun?! ❞ She stuttered, as she nearly dropped her tray onto the ground in bewilderment. Come on, come on, Hitoka — think about something to say to make this less awkward! ❝ i... i didn’t know you were in sunrise too! are you new here as well? ❞ Yeah, that’s quite a decent way to start a conversation with your old friend, for a start.  

❝ t—thank you! uh, excuse me, then! ❞ She sits down at the chair opposite the other, albeit somewhat clumsily. 

[covertius]

smallmanager

When she first saw the name on who she would be roomed with for the year, Kiyoko was convinced it was just a mere coincidence and would probably mention it to the stranger in order to create some form of small talk.

But when she entered the room and was greeted with the all too familiar blonde hair and small stature…well she definitely cracked a rare smile, thanking whatever mystical force was out there that she was going to sharing a dorm with not only someone familiar but also her manager protegee.

     “Hitoka-chan! I never expected you here at this university.”

     “Don’t get me wrong, it is a pleasant surprise, I hope you can put up with me as your room-mate.”

[smallmanager-blog]

Yachi was informed that her roommate would arrive today earlier in the morning, but no one told her about who this person would be. She was prancing up and down, trying to figure out what to say, what to do after her roommate arrives later — what if they found her a pain to be with? Or what if they were the ridiculously scary type?! 

Yachi supposed the look on her face was priceless when she turned around and witnessed the other step into the room. Beads of perspiration trickled down her forehead. She was sure that her face was beet red at that moment. 

❝ eh?! k—kiyoko-san?! ❞ She staggered backwards, knocking down the books that were sitting on top of the coffee table. ❝ y—you’re my roommate?! ❞

❝ i’m... actually more than happy to have you as my roommate!! i... i hope you can stand living around with me as well! ❞

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@smallmanager

❝Excuse me! You dro– ah!❞ Yaku stared at the young blonde girl as he was holding out the papers towards her.

❝You were with Karasuno! Yachi… right? Their manager right?❞

[smallmanager-blog]

❝ wah, thank you! those are my notes, alright! ❞

He knew she was in Karasuno back then?! She stares at him for a good five seconds. ❝ y—yeah! that’s me! and you are...? ❞ Blinks twice. She couldn’t think of a name. 

[greenmatsv-a-blog]

❝Hmm?❞ She looked back then down to see a short blonde girl handing her a bunch of papers. Taking a good look at the papers, she looked through her sketch book and took the the papers.

❝Thanks, it’d be bad if a certain someone saw these. Ya didn’t look through it did ya?❞

[smallmanager-blog]

Now she’s just too frightened to say anything. What if the other actually thought that she peeped into her notes and... She didn’t know, destroy her there and then?! Cue her imagination running wild again. 

❝ n—no! of course not! i would never! you have to believe me! ❞

[sxnshinechvld-blog]

hinata seemed to be the talk of the freshmen, here, considering it was called sunset valley and shouyou himself seemed to bring the sunrise wherever he went, according to a lot of people. it made him feel giddy inside, knowing that lots of people liked him, but it also meant he was idolized by other freshmen and seen as an enigma, which kind of isolated him a bit.

he was approaching the classroom block giddily, holding a meat bun in his hand as he readied himself to scarf it down during class, something he tended to do now that there were no rules against eating in class, college being more lenient and all. and then he heard a couple of yells

❝ hey!! hinata!! hinata, is that you?! o-over here!! ❞

hinata swirled around to see blonde hair upkept in a side ponytail, just like the olden days, it seemed. he perked up and waved his hands around, making sure to tuck his meat bun into his pockets before doing so, and he jumped up and down, making it known that it was him.

“yachi-san! hi! how long have you been there?! ah, wait for me! i’ll come meet up with you!” he took off, running towards the direction of the balcony. when he got there, he slammed the door open and ran to yachi, tackling her in a hug, “yachi-san, i missed you!”

[smallmanager-blog]

It was him after all! There was an inexplainable feeling welling up in Yachi’s chest as she was slowly recovering from the pleasant surprise that one of her old friend was here in this university as well. While a part of her was relieved that she didn’t have to embarrass herself by calling out to the wrong person, she’s more busy with grinning to herself — Hinata was in Sunrise too! The world is certainly a small place. 

When the other leapt towards her for a welcoming embrace, Yachi could feel tears welling up in the corner of her eyes — not that she was crying in embarrassment because she’s hugging someone else in public, but more like tears of joy, as clichéd as it may sound. ❝ hinata! hinata... i...  ❞ She was at a loss for words — she had definitely not readied herself to be reunited with her old friends so soon. She wrapped her hands around the other, and pulled him closer in elation. 

❝ i missed you too! i missed you, and kageyama-kun, and everyone else... i—it’s been too long! ❞ Technically, it hasn’t been that long since she left Karasuno — now that she thought about it — but nevertheless, it still felt like a century to her. Pulling back from the hug after some time, Yachi settled herself and wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

❝ i’m sorry... it’s just that... i can’t help it! i can’t believe i get to see you here again, hinata! i’ve been well! how about you? ❞

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @jrdetectivenaoto​ / 

Yachi could barely sit still on her chair, struggling to concentrate on her book. Of course she had noticed the blue-haired girl looking — or should she say, observing her from the other table. Yachi wondered what she had done for the other to be staring at her this way — could it be she is wearing her clothes the other way around? She glanced down to check — no, everything seemed fine. What was the issue here, then?

Unless... Unless the other was an assassin hired to kill her?! That could explain why she was looking at Yachi so much! The lass felt droplets of perspiration forming on her forehead, as she tried to steal a glance of the other once more. She’s still looking at her! 

Oh, no no no. This is bad. Really bad. The poor girl is already trembling on her seat. Any longer, and she’d probably black out — and she had her overreactive imagination to thank for it. 

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @flightlessxcrow / 

Yachi only realized she had walked right into someone when she heard the ‘bump’ and the sound of something heavy — possibly a bag? — hit the ground. She was startled — she had been looking at her notes whilst making her way to the library and had definitely not expected to slam right into someone a few minutes later. 

❝ i-i’m very, very sorry!! are you okay?! ❞ Turning up to look at the person, she braced herself for the other to begin lashing out at her — when she suddenly froze in place. Her light brown hues widened in surprise after a few seconds of processing what had just happened, and who was standing before her. No way. It couldn’t be...?

❝ yamaguchi-kun! yamaguchi-kun, it’s you, right?! ❞

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @bluntowl / 

The onigiri which the other was holding filled Yachi with — how do you explain this — a feeling of longing? It may be because of the fact that she hadn’t eaten since last night since she was rushing to meet the deadline for an assignment, but still... The way the crabmeat was sitting in the rice was definitely making her stomach growl. Hopefully she wasn’t already drooling — this is a public place, after all.

Maybe she could ask him where he got it from. Yachi studied the other — he didn’t look particularly scary like most of the other students of Sunrise. She had to say, she even found him a little familiar. He looked so much like that one player in Fukurodani back in high school... But then again, it may be her imagination playing tricks on her. 

She stepped forward, albeit awkwardly. ❝ i-if you don’t mind me asking... ❞

❝ where did you get that onigiri from? ❞

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @casuallysilver / 

Should she tell him? Sure, maybe she should. On the second thought, maybe she shouldn’t — what if he yells at her? But then again, she’s technically helping him if she does tell him, so... Ah, gosh, why is it so difficult for her to even decide if she should speak up about it or not?! It may be less awkward considering how she’s a complete stranger, but still... 

Okay, okay, Yachi thought, she’s going to do this. She’s going to go up to the stranger with unusually white hair, and tell him about it. It’s for the better — definitely. 

❝ uh... there’s a leaf... on your head... ❞ 

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @notyouraverageblocker​ / 

Holding a tray with a bowl of steaming hot ramen sitting on top of it, Yachi was slowly — but otherwise surely — making her way from the noodles store. As usual, the cafeteria of Sunrise University was packed with students — and considering how most of the students were having their break time now, there were almost no more empty tables that were available.

Ah, what a bummer — Yachi had already expected this to happen, but she was still insistent on buying something to eat, for she was already extremely worn out from all the lectures she had sat through. As much as she was repulsed to do so, she supposed that the most logical thing she could do now was to ask if she could share a table with someone.

Not looking up from her bowl of ramen, she headed to the table that was the nearest to her and questioned, ❝ umm, can i share the table with you? i won’t take long, i promise! ❞

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @senotakaijosei / 

❝ umm... miss... ❞ 

Yachi tapped the other on the shoulder gently, as she held a small stack of paper in her right hand. She had saw the papers land on the ground in front of her a while ago — which she assumed belonged to the undoubtedly pretty girl walking ahead of her. Of course, it took Yachi some time to gather her courage to step forward to speak to her. 

❝ did you drop your notes, by any chance? ❞  

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @sxnshinechvld​ /

The transition to a university was undeniably demanding for Yachi — not only physically, but also mentally. Sure, it has only been — what, a few days? — since she transferred into Sunset University, but things are so fast-paced now, Yachi felt like she could barely keep up. Things would have been much better if she were with her circle of friends from the volleyball club back in high school, though. Or so she thought. 

That’s the main reason why Yachi was getting some fresh air at the balcony on the second floor of the classroom blocks, trying to collect her thoughts and give herself a short but otherwise necessary mental break. Truly, there was something unusually calming about watching people walk by below her, going on with their lives... 

At this moment, something caught her eye. 

There was someone with particularly outstanding hair approaching the classroom block. Okay, not like there’s a problem with people with outstanding hair — literally everyone has somewhat outstanding hair in this university — but this one just seemed... Familiar?

A jolt of sudden realization struck the lass. ❝ wait... is that... ❞ 

❝ hey!! hinata!! hinata, is that you?! o-over here!! ❞ Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to yell from the second floor to the ground floor — she had to admit it — but she wasn’t going to take any chances if that was really her old friend! 

[smallmanager-blog]

/ @slowtxwns​ / 

Usually, you would hardly see Yachi stepping into game stores. But this time, she was not only at a game store — but the biggest one around Soleil City at that. Though, Yachi wasn’t simply searching for games to play in her spare time or anything of that sort. Considering how she had an upcoming project for her design course, she decided that the best way to get some inspiration was to play some dress-up games. Yachi knew how childish it seemed, but as long as it’s effective, anything goes, right? 

There’s that, but the thing here is — with everywhere looking about the same to her, and with all these tall and needlessly frightening people around, Yachi had been walking around in circles for the past five minutes, and was still not able to locate — or find the courage to ask anyone around — where the dress-up games were parked at. 

Breath. One, two. Okay, it took her another two minutes to figure out that it’s probably not a good idea to continue being lost here. She just had to get whatever she needed to, and leave this place. Away from the scary crowds of people. And — score — there was conveniently someone browsing around the game shelves in front of her. This is going to be awkward, but... Alright, she’s going to do this. Here goes nothing! 

❝ u-um, ah, um... excuse me. ❞ oh gosh, this is bad. Her voice is already trembling. 

❝ do you know where the... d-dress-up games are located at? ❞