- Daichi, trying his best to act like the adult in the room while clearly giving up.
- Tanaka and Nishinoya, dancing on the kitchen island to a remix of "Uptown Funk" while Sugawara filmed them for “evidence.”
- Asahi, awkwardly sipping juice in the corner and looking like he desperately wanted to leave but was too polite to say so.
- Yamaguchi, hiding in a beanbag chair with a plate of cookies and chatting with Kenma, who was there but barely—hood up, eyes on his phone.
- Tsukishima, sitting in judgment from the armrest of a couch, headphones in one ear but listening to every word around him.
- Kuroo, of course, was already leaning lazily against the wall near the snacks, chatting up Yachi and offering smug glances your way.
- Oikawa, holding a bottle of fancy imported soda like it was champagne, posing for selfies with Suga and unashamedly flipping his hair.
- Bokuto, in a party hat, yelling “HEY HEY HEY!” every time someone entered the room—even if it was just someone coming back from the bathroom.
- And Ushijima, in the middle of all this, calmly standing in front of the TV with a neutral expression, watching a volleyball documentary he somehow convinced someone to put on before everyone got too drunk to notice.
You had just settled into your evening—blanket, snacks, and a drama cued up—when your front door slammed open.
“Nee-chan! Get dressed! We’re going out!”
You blinked slowly. “Hinata, it’s 8 PM. What emergency requires me to socialize?”
“House party,” he grinned, already rummaging through your closet like it was his own. “Everyone’s gonna be there. You have to come. Come on, it'll be fun—plus they already know you're coming!”
That was your first mistake—letting him speak.
Your second? Actually saying yes.
Now here you were, stepping into a loud, overly warm house rented by some overachieving manager (you’d find out later it was Kuroo and Oikawa’s genius idea combined), and you were instantly overwhelmed. Music thumped through the floor, lights were dim and multicolored, and teenage chaos reigned.
From the front hallway you could already see:
And then there were the rival captains.
As soon as you walked in, heads turned. Conversations paused. Eyes narrowed, or widened.
And then—
“THERE SHE IS!!” Hinata yelled, bolting from somewhere in the back of the house and grabbing your arm like you were a prize. “Guys, this is my sister! I told you she was cool!”
Your eye twitched.
“This is not what I signed up for.”
“You signed up for snacks,” Tsukishima said dryly, glancing up. “You got trauma instead.”
A hand slid onto your shoulder.
You turned—to find Kuroo, grin sharp.
“So this is the infamous Hinata-nee. Welcome to hell. Need a drink or an escape plan?”
Behind him, Oikawa was already waving dramatically. “You’re too pretty to be related to Shoyo!”
“Hey!!” Hinata barked from the hallway.
And just like that, the chaos swallowed you whole.