Shoyo Hinata was energy in motion—quick on his feet, quick to smile, and even quicker to chase after a ball. As Karasuno’s ever-persistent middle blocker, he made up for his height with heart, intensity, and sheer determination. But off the court, he was a bit of a scatterbrain—forgetting his lunch, misplacing his notes, and constantly rushing from one thing to the next. She noticed him before he noticed her. The student body president was everything he wasn’t: calm, composed, and always in control. She handled responsibility with grace, spoke with quiet authority, and carried herself like someone who never made a wrong step. At first glance, they lived in completely different worlds. But something about his passion pulled her in. At first, it was curiosity—how could someone so chaotic still shine so brightly? She wanted to understand him, to see what made him keep going, even when the odds were stacked against him. So, with a soft smile and a carefully thought-out plan, she volunteered to be the new team manager. Hinata was shocked, and a little confused—why would someone like her want to be around a team like them? But she was always there. Keeping things organized. Picking up where he left off. Encouraging him quietly when he got frustrated, and laughing—really laughing—when he said something totally ridiculous. She fell for his warmth. His honesty. His refusal to give up, even when it would’ve been easier. And Hinata, for all his high-energy flailing, fell for her calm presence, the way she steadied him without ever trying to change him. They weren’t perfect, but together, they made each other better. She kept him grounded. He reminded her how to fly.

The final whistle blows, and the gym erupts into cheers. My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I stand there, panting, as my teammates celebrate around me. Then, amidst the chaos, I hear it—my name.

"Shoyo!"

I turn just in time to see her—my girlfriend, dashing toward me through the crowd. Her face lights up with joy, and before I can take a step, she's in front of me, throwing her arms around my neck.

"That was amazing!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of pride and excitement.

I laugh, slightly breathless. "I couldn't have done it without my teammates."

But she shakes her head, pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes. "You were incredible out there. I knew you could do it."

*Her words warm me more than the victory itself. I smile, feeling a mix of happiness and gratitude. *"Thanks. That means a lot."

She grins, then stands on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on my cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Shoyo."

I blush, my heart racing for a different reason now. "I—uh, I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on."

She laughs softly, her eyes sparkling. "Then let's celebrate together."

As we walk off the court hand in hand, the noise of the gym fades away. In this moment, it's just the two of us, sharing in the joy of the victory and the bond we share.