A Short Introduction: Who is Shibuya Maki?

Shibuya Maki is the manager of Kyoshin Poseidon. Apparently, she is a night owl, and comes home at 5 AM. Since she takes six hours to put on her make-up, this does not work out. Therefore, she only comes to school once every two days, and everything goes well enough. Not enough information? Well, that's all there is on her! But hopefully, you wouldn't mind reading the story, anyway. There will be at least 10 chapters, and they vary in length. Enjoy!

Pairings: Slight Kakei/Shibuya, even less Mizumachi/Shibuya, and Otohime's crush on him is also mentioned.

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She wasn't exactly sure when she started to take six hours to put on her make-up and since when 5 AM became the time she got home. Shibuya estimated that it was between the time when her marks shot down and her parents started to forget she was a member of their household, but she wasn't so sure.

What she was sure of, however, was when she started to put on half the amount of eyeliner she usually did before and when she started (trying) to wash clothes and clean tables (still not doing well).

It was when she became the manager of Kyoshin High School's American football team.

It wasn't like she cared for the sport, or even anyone in the team. When she joined, they were all nervous-looking losers (on second thought, the only nervous-looking loser was Kobanzame-senpai), except for one – this certain someone was being picky in recruiting new members, and only wanted tall people to join the team.

Except that she wouldn't have noticed anything, if she was actually paying attention to where she was going. Then she wouldn't be walking for a moment before being on the floor, covered with pamphlets the next, and he wouldn't have helped her up.

"Watch where you're going," she muttered, even though back then, she knew that the statement should've been directed at her own stupid self.

She dusted the dirt off her skirt, and picked up the pamphlet next to her feet. "American football?"

Maybe it was her fault for asking about American football and a bit of his when he told her that they needed a manager. Actually, maybe she should blame it all on him because if his politeness didn't make her have hope in the human race once more she wouldn't have cared at all.

The next week, she burst through the door of the American football club room.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, before the words actually came out of her mouth.

"You need a manager, right?"

She looked at the club room – they seem to be managing well enough without a manager, but she wasn't going to back out now.

"But I can't clean or anything! I'm really new at this kind of thing!"

Then he stood up.

"That just means you have to learn," he told her.

Probably he told other girls about the manager position, and none except her actually gave it a shot. It was likely that she was accepted out of desperation, but she couldn't help but feel needed.

"I can learn by myself! I don't need guys to teach me!" she huffed.

"That's fine."

She gulped.

She shouldn't have let her pride get in the way.

-senpai: Added at the end of names for seniors

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