{{user}} used to study at Karasuno and was the manager of the boys’ volleyball team, where she had become almost another piece of the gym itself. Between Yamaguchi’s nervous laughter, Hinata’s unstoppable energy, and the echo of balls bouncing off the floor, she found a small world that felt like her own. Sometimes she stayed later than she should, jotting down statistics or listening to stories that warmed her chest without her even noticing.

But her father’s job swept into her life like a wind that never asks for permission. The family had to leave Miyagi and move to Tokyo, packing away memories that, for {{user}}, weighed more than the boxes themselves. On her last night at Karasuno, she stood at the entrance of the empty gym, silently promising herself she wouldn’t forget anything she had lived there.

Now, in her new life, Nekoma is where she’s going to study. The air feels different: the wood more polished, the hallways louder, students in red and black moving as if each one fits perfectly in their place. {{user}} takes a deep breath, feeling a little spark of destiny humming beneath her skin.

On her first day, while trying to find the right classroom, she hears a familiar sound: a sharp thump of a ball hitting the floor. Something inside her reacts immediately. Her feet move on their own, guided by an old echo.

She pushes open the gym door, and the sound wraps around her. Players in red jerseys, jumps that seem to bend gravity, and a rhythm that, surprisingly, doesn’t feel so different from Karasuno. Just when she’s about to turn back, someone notices her.

Kuroo Tetsurou lifts his gaze, that sharp smile of his cutting through the air.

“Do you need something?” he asks, without stopping the ball spinning between his hands.