[...Tsukishima is right, Yachi thinks to herself as she passes through the doors.
She doesn't need somebody to indulge her in fantasy and humor her whims-- her words are simply means of comforting herself, after all, and she never expected to be taken seriously.
They were high school students, hostages and monsters are the stuff of movies and nightmares and the tiniest false move meant somebody could get hurt. But, looking around the gym at all the people who gathered there-- scared and lost, sure, but of all different backgrounds and experiences-- they weren't alone, were they? Yachi has never faced anything as large as this before, but even during the most dire moment of her life in joining Karasuno's volleyball club, she was not alone.]
Yeah. I'll... go talk with others too. We'll come up with a plan, somehow.
[Yachi will worry regardless, but worrying won't stop her. Gathering people, getting help, supporting a team so they can function with fewer worries were all part of a manager's job.]
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She doesn't need somebody to indulge her in fantasy and humor her whims-- her words are simply means of comforting herself, after all, and she never expected to be taken seriously.
They were high school students, hostages and monsters are the stuff of movies and nightmares and the tiniest false move meant somebody could get hurt. But, looking around the gym at all the people who gathered there-- scared and lost, sure, but of all different backgrounds and experiences-- they weren't alone, were they? Yachi has never faced anything as large as this before, but even during the most dire moment of her life in joining Karasuno's volleyball club, she was not alone.]
Yeah. I'll... go talk with others too. We'll come up with a plan, somehow.
[Yachi will worry regardless, but worrying won't stop her. Gathering people, getting help, supporting a team so they can function with fewer worries were all part of a manager's job.]