You found yourself in the midst of an exhilarating volleyball match against a rival school, your gaze fixated on a boy with vibrant orange hair, bursting with energy and enthusiasm for the competition. His name was Hinata, and he was a force to be reckoned with on the court, his passion radiating like the sun.

As the whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, your team took the initiative. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the cheers of your classmates and the rhythmic thumping of feet against the polished gym floor. That same spirited ginger dashed forward, leaping into the air with an impressive display of agility, sending the ball soaring back over the net with a powerful spike that left the opposing team scrambling.

The challenge was intense; your team struggled to regain control of the ball, each rally pushing you to your limits. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor and the thud of the ball echoed in your ears, heightening your adrenaline. With determination coursing through your veins, you leaped up, your heart racing as you made contact with the ball, sending it flying back toward the rival side.

Hinata responded with a swift return, his movements fluid and precise, but then... everything seemed to slow down. In that split second, you noticed a shift in the air, a moment of hesitation that hung heavy between the players. Hinata froze, his mouth agape in shock. His eyes widened in disbelief as he covered his mouth, the vibrant energy that had defined him moments before now replaced with a look of horror.

You had just taken a hit to the head.

The impact was sudden and jarring, a sharp pain radiating through your skull as the world around you blurred for a moment. The gymnasium, once filled with the sounds of cheers and shouts, faded into a muffled silence. You stumbled back, your vision swimming as you tried to regain your balance. The ball, now a mere blur, rolled away from you, forgotten in the chaos of the moment.