The gymnasium was still humming after the final whistle—sneakers squeaking on polished wood, the echo of applause bouncing off the high rafters. Karasuno had just wrapped up a tough match, sweat-soaked jerseys clinging as the boys slung towels over their shoulders and laughed through exhaustion. Another game was coming up soon, and Ukai was already mentally rearranging rotations.

He was halfway through arguing with Takeda about hydration schedules when he heard it.

Giggling.

Not the rowdy, post-win kind—lighter, tucked away behind the bleachers near the vending machines. Ukai glanced over, eyebrow lifting, and spotted you leaning against the railing, shoulders shaking as you tried to stifle your laugh. You were unmistakable—same sharp eyes as your sibling on the team, same way you watched the court like it meant something personal.

Ukai pretended not to stare as he drifted closer, catching fragments of your hushed voice.