feat. endou and his jerseys

"oh no, just leave the plates on the counter. i'll wash the dishes." you smiled, drying your hands and putting on an apron.

mansaku glanced down at your frail pair of arms, "huh..? but we can't do tha–"

"i said, ."

you smiled sweetly while emphasizing your words. feeling threatened for no reason, mansaku and the others ended up doing as told so.

"ooh, scary." you paid no attention to fudou's remark and purposefully called the legendary goalkeeper instead.

"endou, make sure to change your clothes before going to bed. yesterday when i checked, you slept with your tracksuits on."

endou stopped and narrowed his brows, seemingly confused. "what? but i've always slept without changing my clothes, what's wrong with that?"

overhearing a filthy innuendo about their captain, the boys at the living room gasped. "that's a bit..." tatsuya couldn't continue as a form of respect (?) to the senior. "why am i not surprised..." kidou mumbled under his breath as he and gouenji shook their heads.

"captain, even though y/n is our manager, she's still a girl so i think that's a huge turn off for her..." asuto bluntly stated.

hiroto, who was popping gums with his mouth, gave you (who's apparently a person with terrible ocd) a side glance only to be surprised at how calm you were taking this.

"yes, a turn off indeed." hiroto and fudou stood, about to approach you when they noticed your form quivering but–

"endou... that's just flat disgusting. how can you sleep wearing something that's soaked with your gross sweat from practice. no wonder your jersey smells like sh*t." you pinched the bridge of your nose and took deep breaths to calm yourself, desperately trying not to scream at the innocent captain.

"... go change into your sleepwear which exists for a reason, it's gucci and worths both of your lungs so don't put them to waste." you sighed as you put the plates back and dried your hands.

unsurprising gasps from the living room reached your ears as you shrugged, disregarding haizaki, who was staring at you in utter disbelief ("right, why do i keep forgetting that our manager is filthy rich...").

"huh? but–"

"change your pillowcases and your bed sheets as well and put them in the laundry basket. do as i say our dearest captain, ." you flashed a smile, walking towards the captain slowly.

"but y/n–"

"or would you prefer me putting an to your ancestors' secondhand embarrassment due to your idiocy and prevent you from producing children who'll carry same genes as yours and mayhaps catch that disgusting trait of not changing clothes when sleeping by castrating you? how would you like it?"

endou gulped, "... yes, ma'am." the boys shivered and looked at you with jaws dropped. "good." you smiled at the captain who immediately ran to his room upstairs when you took a step nearer.

"hah... just imagining that all this time he was wearing one pair of clothes a day is making me feel nauseous..." you mumbled to yourself and massaged your temples. "manager, here." nosaka gave you a cup of water as you immediately thanked him.

giving the half empty cup back to nosaka, you gave the boys who were sitting on the couch a glance, "what? you want me to do the same to you lot?"

"no ma'am."

"you sure?"

"yes ma'am."