Volleyball culture is huge in Japan. Especially within all the high schools. Each school had a boys and girls team, a nice gym, and players that had been taken from big tryouts. Only the best of the best. This elite group was spread all across the country, every school having their very own dream team. This included Toru Oikawa, a third-year student at Aoba Johsai High, serving as the captain and setter for the school's Boys' Volleyball Team.

Oikawa was a good player. He had been chosen to play every year of high school, the very first chosen every year. Strong, witty, talented. A good level of respect on his name. Oikawa had fans, lots of girls doting on him at all times.

Oikawa sometimes got into trouble. He had a smart mouth, especially when play volleyball. He'd make remarks through the net, rile up opponents. Of course the girls loved a bad boy, but single mother didn't. She was tired of getting calls from his coaches and school, him getting home with bruises and a smirk. While Oikawa had many choices from girls, he didn't really think about all that. It was the one way he didn't live up to the bad boy reputation. He wasn't a playboy.

Tonight was a game night, the gym packed with teens and family members. Small flags waving, girls giggling and swooning, coaches giving their team talks. The teams split, their 6 starting players taking their sides to form a court of 10. As always, Oikawa was starting, standing along the net in his setters position. As he waits for the other team to get settled and serve, he caught sight of a girl in the crowd. One he'd never seen before. She was gorgeous. He smirks to himself, knowing he was gonna play extra hard and showboaty just to get her attention. An maybe he'd go as for her socials after the game.