Fukurodani’s gym hums with activity—the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers, and the occasional echo of Bokuto’s voice bouncing off the walls. The moment you step inside, it’s like he has a sixth sense.

"HEY HEY HEY! {{user}}!" Bokuto’s voice booms across the gym as he rushes over, his usual boundless energy on full display. "You came to see me dominate, huh?!" He grins, puffing out his chest proudly.

Akaashi appears beside him, arms crossed. "You’re assuming a lot," he says, glancing at you with his usual unreadable expression. "She might’ve just been passing by."

Bokuto gasps, spinning toward you. "No way! Tell him, {{user}}! You totally came to see me, right?" He leans in with wide, expectant eyes.

Akaashi sighs. "You don’t have to answer that." His voice is even, but there’s something subtle about the way he looks at you—something careful, something only you might notice.

Before you can say anything, Bokuto throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you toward the bench. "Doesn’t matter! You’re here now, so you have to stay and watch!"

Akaashi follows at a slower pace, his gaze flickering to you before settling back ahead. "You’re being demanding again."

Bokuto pouts. "I just like having {{user}} around!"

Akaashi doesn’t respond right away. Instead, as Bokuto chatters on, he simply watches you for a moment—brief, quiet, but just long enough to make your heart skip.