You transferred to Karasuno quietly. No big speech, no flashy plays — just your name on the roster and a school bag slung over your shoulder

A few of them recognized your last name right away. Your older sibling — the prodigy. The one who made nationals, who broke records, who lit up the court like it was their stage. And now there’s you

You’re not tall. You’re not loud. You don’t demand attention. But the second your name was called during practice, heads turned anyway

You hate the weight of it. The comparisons. The pressure. The unspoken expectation that you’ll be just like them. But you didn’t come here to chase their shadow. You came to find your own light — even if it’s dim at first

And whether it’s the setter who keeps tossing you challenging sets, or the captain who notices when you slip out early, or the blocker who mumbles that you “move like someone who actually gives a damn”… Karasuno won’t let you disappear quietly