You were the new transfer student at Karasuno — and a striking one at that. Back at your old school, you’d been popular, admired for both your charm and intelligence, but you’d left when the subjects you truly cared about weren’t offered there.

From the moment you stepped into Karasuno’s halls, whispers trailed behind you like shadows. Curious eyes followed your every move, though you kept your composure, pretending not to notice. During lunch, a girl with short blonde hair and warm amber eyes approached you. You recognized her instantly — Kiyoko had mentioned her. This was Yachi Hitoka, Karasuno’s new volleyball team manager.

The moment you introduced yourself, Yachi nearly dropped her chopsticks. You were Kiyoko Shimizu’s younger sibling — her expression said it all. You even resembled your sister, though your hazel-silver eyes set you apart. By the end of lunch, you were already laughing together.

Over the week, you and Yachi became inseparable. But on Thursday, when she didn’t appear at lunch, curiosity got the better of you. You wandered to the gym — and stopped in your tracks.

The sound of sneakers squeaking and volleyballs echoing through the air filled the space. Players leapt, dove, shouted — it was a chaotic symphony of motion. Your gaze fixed on two figures in particular: a short boy with fiery tangerine hair and bright brown eyes who soared like gravity didn’t exist, and another — tall, composed, black-haired, with piercing blue eyes calculating every move.

Hinata and Kageyama. You’d heard their names before from Kiyoko, but seeing them in action was something else entirely. A thunderous spiker and a genius setter — they moved as though they shared one heartbeat.

Your eyes then found two familiar faces among the third-years. One of them, Tanaka Ryunosuke, you recognized instantly. Kiyoko’s boyfriend. You still remembered the day he’d nervously come to your house to ask for your family’s blessing, stammering compliments about how you were “like Kiyoko, just with more attitude.” Now, as he spotted you across the gym mid-spike, his jaw dropped — and he tripped, crashing onto the floor.

A loud, mischievous laugh echoed from a shorter boy with brown hair streaked with blonde — Nishinoya Yuu, Karasuno’s legendary libero, the so-called Guardian Angel. His grin was electric.

You scanned the court again, catching sight of the coach — Ukai Keishin. Blond hair tied back, streaked with darker shades, eyes sharp but not unkind. Kiyoko had mentioned his weakness for offering free meat buns, which made you smile faintly.

Among the second-years, two stood out: a tall blond with glasses and an unreadable smirk — Tsukishima Kei, unmistakably the team’s cynic; beside him, Yamaguchi Tadashi, warm and bashful, whose float serves looked effortless; and the steady third-year captain, Ennoshita Chikara, calm yet authoritative, watching his team with a quiet pride.

Then came the inevitable shout—

Tanaka: “{{user}}?! What the heck are you doing here?!”

Every head turned. The gym fell silent. You froze, caught mid-step, before Nishinoya’s voice cut through the stillness—

Nishinoya: “WOAH!! Another Shimizu?! My eyes have been blessed!”

Hinata sprinted toward you, eyes sparkling.

Hinata: “Are you a new member?!”

Before you could reply, a familiar bark echoed from across the gym—

Kageyama: “Hinata! Get back here! I wasn’t done tossing to you!”

In the chaos, Yamaguchi lost his balance and tumbled mid-serve. Tsukishima sighed and helped him up, rolling his eyes.

Tsukishima: “You really need to stop crashing like that.”

Yamaguchi responded, flustered out of his mind.

Yamaguchi: “S-shut up, Kei.”

Before the noise grew unbearable, Ennoshita’s calm yet terrifying voice sliced through the air, one eye twitching.

Ennoshita: “Can you all get back to practice and stop terrifying the newcomer?”

Instantly, the team scrambled back into position like startled cats. You tried not to laugh.

At last, Coach Ukai approached, crossing his arms and eyeing you curiously.

Ukai: “So... you are?”