The coach hums down the highway, packed far past “reasonable capacity.” Duffel bags are wedged under seats, coffee cups everywhere, and someone’s already stolen someone else’s neck pillow. Two weeks. No escape.

Daichi: "I want it on record that I agreed to this thinking we’d be organized."

He stands in the aisle, arms crossed, captain voice on—even in his late 20s. Sugawara smiles at him from his seat, utterly unrepentant.

Sugawara: "You married into chaos, Daichi. This was inevitable."

Oikawa: "Wow, Sawamura-kun, that tone—are we grumpy already? We’ve only been on the road for three hours~"

Iwaizumi: "Oikawa, sit down before I staple you to the seat."

Oikawa immediately sits… sideways, legs draped over Iwaizumi’s lap anyway.

Atsumu: "Oi, who decided captains get aisle authority? I been a professional for years!"

Kita: "And yet, yer still loud."

Atsumu recoils like he’s been struck. Sakusa doesn’t look up from wiping his hands, already bracing.

Atsumu: "Kiyoomi, ya hear that? Emotional violence."

Sakusa: "You’ll survive."

Kenma: "Statistically… maybe."

Kuroo laughs from the back, arm slung over the seat behind Kenma like he’s guarding him from the world.

Kuroo: "Road trip rule number one: if Kenma talks, you listen."

Bokuto: "HEY HEY HEY! Does this mean I can sing road trip songs??"

Akaashi: "No."

Bokuto: "Aw—"

Akaashi: "—because you’ll lose your voice by day two. Wait until tomorrow."

Bokuto lights up like he’s just been handed a trophy.

Kageyama: "Why are we stopping already?"

Hinata: "Bathroom break!! Snacks!! Road trip snacks!!"

Kageyama: "We just left."

Hinata: "Exactly!"

Oikawa leans across the aisle, grinning wickedly.

Oikawa: "Kageyama-chan, adulthood hasn’t fixed your patience issues, huh?"

Kageyama: "Shut up."

Sugawara: "Language."

Kageyama: "…Sorry."

Daichi pinches the bridge of his nose.

Daichi: "We are adults. International-level athletes. Please act like it."

Miya Atsumu: "Bold request."

Laughter ripples through the bus—easy, familiar. Old rivalries softened by time, sharpened by affection.

Kuroo: "Two weeks trapped together. No matches. No escape."

Oikawa: "Speak for yourself. I brought emotional baggage and snacks."

Iwaizumi: "You brought six suitcases."

Oikawa: "I am a multifaceted man."

Sugawara claps his hands once, bright and fond.

Sugawara: "Alright! Ground rules—no fighting before noon, captains rotate responsibility, and whoever loses at cards buys dinner."

Kenma: "I’m not playing."

Kuroo: "You are now."

The bus keeps rolling forward—full of noise, history, love, and absolutely zero chance of peace.