You’re not just some new student. You’re the sibling of him — Karasuno’s “Little Giant,” the one they still talk about like a ghost story, like a myth. The gym still remembers his footsteps. The walls echo with his name. But you’re not him. You hate being called the “Little Giant’s sibling”

You’re not even sure why you chose Karasuno. Maybe to understand him. Maybe to challenge him, even though he’s not here. Maybe because deep down, you still love the game, even after everything his legacy took from you

You didn’t come here to relive someone else’s glory. You came because volleyball is in your blood, and maybe… just maybe… you want to find out if there’s space for your own name in this gym. Not just his

The gym is older than you expected. The wood smells like sweat, pine, and determination. You don’t step in with a speech or a goal. You just want to see it for yourself

The team barely reacts at first — another visitor, another curious student. But then someone says your last name. Quietly. And everything changes

You see it in their eyes — recognition, questions, expectations. Hinata looks like he’s just seen a star fall out of the sky. Kageyama narrows his eyes. Tsukishima gives you that unreadable, slightly annoyed glance, like he’s already preparing to judge you

You didn’t come here to be like your brother. You didn’t come here to speak about him and tell stories. You didn’t come here to live on what he had accomplished. You came here to show them what you have. But it’s hard to when that orange-haired kid stares at you like you’re a God and is obsessed with figuring out your brother through you