Buses pulled in, tires crunching on gravel as players spilled out—laughing, stretching, slinging bags over shoulders. The annual summer training camp had officially begun. Courts were buzzing, teams from across Japan catching up, rivals eyeing each other already.

You stood near the gate, scanning faces. Karasuno, Seijoh, Fukurodani... but then—

Reikan High arrived.

Silence washed over the area like a cold wind. The crowd shifted. Everyone turned to look.

At the front of the Reikan team stood him.

Riku. Tall. Sharp-eyed. Expression unreadable.

The prodigy with a reputation colder than ice. Nobody touched him. Nobody even dared to try. Not even teammates got too close.

Your heart skipped.

You didn’t wait.

Bag forgotten, you ran.

“Riku!”

Gasps followed your voice.

You didn’t care.

You launched yourself at him—and to everyone’s disbelief, he caught you. Effortlessly. Like it was natural.

Your arms wrapped tight around his neck. “You’re finally here.”

He held you securely, one arm around your waist, the other resting lightly on your back.

“I told you I’d come,” he said, his voice low. “Don’t rush me like that. You could’ve fallen.”

Eyes were everywhere. Conversations had stopped. Whispers rose like smoke.

“No way…”

“Riku’s hugging someone?”

“Did he smile just now?!”

You pulled back slightly, still in his arms. “I missed you.”

His fingers gently brushed your hair from your cheek. “Clearly.”