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If I thought practice before was chaotic, I had no idea what was coming.

Because apparently, the entire team somehow found out about Oikawa and me.

How?

I still wasn't sure.

Maybe it was Iwaizumi's subtle smirk, or Hanamaki's barely disguised phone recordings, or maybe it was just a matter of time before Oikawa, who now walked around grinning like a love-struck puppy, spilled the beans himself.

Whatever the reason, the moment I walked into practice, the atmosphere shifted.

Whispers followed me.

Loud whispers.

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"Manager-chan and Oikawa?!" Yahaba practically shouted from across the gym.

"Wait, you two kissed?!" Matsukawa's eyes sparkled like he'd just won the lottery.

Watari nudged me playfully. "Hey, congratulations, you finally tamed the beast."

I shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

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Oikawa's POV

I wasn't going to deny it.

Why deny it?

The truth was out, and honestly, I couldn't stop grinning.

After all the tension, the teasing, the avoidance?

Finally, Y/N and I had crossed the line.

And while I might have been acting like a lovesick puppy, I was damn proud.

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Y/N's POV

Except that wasn't exactly true.

I was not proud.

I was grumbling under my breath every time someone brought it up.

"Stop calling me 'Manager-chan's girlfriend!'" I yelled at Takahiro, who just laughed harder.

"Relax, it's not official," I reminded everyone.

"Not official?" Oikawa's voice dropped an octave as he smirked. "Are you saying we're not 'officially' together, Manager-chan?"

I gave him my best glare.

"No, Oikawa."

"Come on, just say it," he teased, twirling a volleyball in his hands.

"I said no."

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The rest of the practice was a whirlwind of teasing and laughter.

Yahaba kept trying to get Oikawa to admit he was "head over heels."

Iwaizumi shook his head with a dry chuckle, muttering something about "typical Oikawa."

Kyotani even smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos.

Meanwhile, I tried my best to stay focused on my manager duties, but every time Oikawa looked my way, I felt a blush rising.

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Oikawa's POV

Watching Y/N get flustered was the best thing ever.

She tried to play it cool, but I saw right through it.

Her sharp comebacks? Just a front.

Her quick glances? Giving me away.

I planned to take it slow, no pressure, no labels.

Just... enjoy this weird, new dynamic.

Because honestly?

I was obsessed.

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Y/N's POV

By the end of practice, I was exhausted.

Not from the drills or the running.

From the constant teasing and the butterflies that wouldn't quit.

Oikawa caught me as I gathered my things.

"Hey, Manager-chan," he said, voice soft.

"Don't 'hey, Manager-chan' me."

He laughed.

"Alright, no labels yet. But you are stuck with me now."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at my lips.

"Yeah, yeah. No, Oikawa."