Zanny-Marie

  You weren’t sure which god to thank for the sight before you so you decided to pray to them all. Fukurōdani, Karasuno, and Nekoma had scheduled a practice match at Nekoma’s gymnasium. Unfortunately, the air conditioning quit resulting in half the guys removing their T-shirts. Were you complaining as the manager of Nekoma? Hell no. Was everyone else? Yes. Desiring to snap a photo of the muscles, you hold yourself back clutching the water bottle tighter in your grip and spooking when a voice startles you from behind causing water to explode everywhere, “Awe shit.”   “Oya [Name] you’ve been staring awfu