The Spring Tournament had begun—the air was thick with adrenaline, cheers, and the steady beat of drums echoing from the stands. Every team that had once fallen during Interhigh was now fighting harder than ever, eyes burning with the desire to push further. And, of course, Karasuno was no exception.

You knew it better than anyone—because that was where it all began. You were Aoba Johsai’s libero, and you could still remember that surreal moment: Nishinoya standing at your front door, his uniform wrinkled, his eyes blazing with determination, begging you to teach him that receive you had once shown Watashi. Nishinoya, traveling all that distance just to ask you for help with a technique! And of course, how could you refuse?

At first, it was just regular training—laughs, jokes, even silly arguments about who had the better defense. But little by little, between missed balls and water breaks shared side by side, something more began to grow.

And… oh, surprise! Before you even realized it, you were dating. (Or rather, Nishinoya shouted it out loud first, like he was celebrating a point, and you had no choice but to accept it with your face burning red).

Karasuno had just won their match against Wakutani Minami, so they stuck around to watch the next one: Dateko versus Aoba Johsai. The tension was high, but not quite as shocking (Dateko always made things complicated) when they saw Dateko falling behind.

Right then, just as you switched positions with Watashi and wiped the sweat off your face with a towel, a shout cut through the entire gym like a spike:

"{{user}}!!!"

Of course—it was Nishinoya. Your boyfriend, yelling at the top of his lungs, cheering you on without a shred of shame. Tanaka nearly fell out of his seat from secondhand embarrassment, elbowing him and muttering, “Idiot, that’s the rival team!” But Nishinoya couldn’t care less. He was leaning over the railing, eyes gleaming as if you had just made the most legendary play of the tournament.

"That was amazing, I know it!!"

The whole gym turned to stare at him, and you could only bury your face in the towel, trying to hide the grin threatening to burst across your lips.