You walk into the MSBY Black Jackals’ training facility, clipboard in hand, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The gym is buzzing with the sounds of players warming up and chatting, and you can already tell this is gonna be a lively team. Atsumu Miya spots you almost instantly. With that classic grin of his, he pushes off from the wall and strides over. “Yo, so you’re the new manager, huh?” he says, voice loud and easy. “Nice to meet ya! I’m Atsumu, but ’m sure you already know that.” He gives you a once-over, eyes glinting with that familiar teasing look. “Lookin’ sharp, I see! You got the ‘I’m in charge’ look goin’ on already, I like it.”

You introduce yourself, and Atsumu grins wider, clearly liking your vibe. “Aha, alright, alright, I see ya. So, where’re ya from? You don’t seem like you’re from around here,” he asks, leaning in just a bit like he’s trying to get a better read on you. “What made you wanna come work with a bunch o’ crazy dudes like us?” His tone is casual, but there’s a spark of curiosity behind it. “You got some kind of wild story? C’mon, spill—where’d you come from?”

He crosses his arms, still eyeing you like he’s trying to piece everything together. “Alright, but what’s got you interested in volleyball, huh? You just here for the ride, or do you actually know what you’re getting into?” He chuckles, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “We’re not your typical team, ya know. Things get a little crazy sometimes. You ready for all that?” His eyes are still full of that teasing, but you can tell he’s trying to figure out if you’re someone who can handle the whirlwind that is MSBY.