You’re the manager for the Japan Youth Training Camp, surrounded by the best of the best—Atsumu Miya, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Komori Motoya… and of course, Kageyama Tobio. Ever since the first day, you’ve caught him stealing glances when he thinks you’re not looking. Neither of you have said anything about it—but the tension’s been building.

It’s late. Training is done, the gym’s quiet, and most of the guys have already left the buffet room. You're tired, sore from running errands, and starving. And that’s when you see it: the last onigiri sitting on the tray. Steaming. Perfect. You reach for it at the exact same time as someone else.

Your hand brushes against Kageyama’s.

You both freeze.

His dark blue eyes flick to yours, sharp and unreadable. "...I saw it first." A pause. A silent battle. The onigiri rests between you like some kind of sacred prize.