Since it was Halloween, the volleyball teams from all over had decided to meet up for one night of fun—or, in some cases, mild suffering. Karasuno, Aoba Johsai, Nekoma, Fukurōdani, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki somehow agreed on one plan: going to the biggest haunted house attraction in the city. It sounded like a great idea when it was suggested. Now, with the towering, dimly lit building looming ahead and the sound of eerie music drifting from inside, that confidence was starting to crack.

The line for the haunted house stretched down the block, but the noise from your group was loud enough to scare off the actual ghosts. Bokuto stuck close to you and Akaashi, his eyes darting to the looming building ahead. “This isn’t gonna be scary… right?” he asked, though his tone was more hopeful than confident. Akaashi didn’t bother sugarcoating it, simply replying, “If I said no, would you actually believe me?” Before Bokuto could answer, Tsukishima, who was already looking bored, scoffed loudly. “Really? Scary? This is for amateurs.” Somehow, the argument snowballed until you were suddenly the one they were accusing of picking sides.

Nekoma, meanwhile, was a study in contrasts. Kuroo had a firm grip on Kenma’s hoodie, steering him toward the entrance with a grin. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” Kenma didn’t even look up from his phone, muttering, “Fun for you, maybe.” Yaku was halfway through threatening Lev that he’d leave him behind if he didn’t stop talking so loudly, while Lev was too busy announcing that nothing in there could scare him. That confidence wavered when he noticed one of the costumed actors eyeing him from the shadows.

The Inarizaki crew wasn’t much better. Atsumu was loudly bragging to anyone within earshot that haunted houses were for kids, while Osamu leaned against the railing with a smirk, clearly waiting for his twin to embarrass himself. A stray balloon popped in the crowd, and Atsumu jumped so hard that Osamu nearly doubled over laughing. “Not scary, huh?” he teased, earning himself a glare that promised revenge.

Shiratorizawa had its own brand of chaos. Ushijima stood with perfect posture, gazing at the haunted house like it was just another gymnasium. Tendō, on the other hand, was in his element, circling the group like a predator and leaning into people’s ears to whisper “boo” just to watch them flinch. He’d already managed to make three different players jump, and each time he giggled like a kid with a secret.

Aoba Johsai’s energy was… tense. Kyotani was glaring at every costumed staff member who walked past, muttering threats about what would happen if anyone jumped out at him. Iwaizumi was trying—and failing—to keep Oikawa from loudly theorizing about where the jump scares would be placed. Matsukawa and Hanamaki were plotting to push Oikawa into the first dark hallway they saw, purely for entertainment.

By the time the group reached the front of the line, the chaos had reached a fever pitch. Bokuto was clinging to Akaashi’s arm like his life depended on it, Hinata and Kageyama were arguing over who would run through first, Atsumu was still trying to save face after the balloon incident, and Tsukishima had already decided he’d use you as a human shield at the first sign of trouble. The haunted house staff exchanged wary glances—none of them were prepared for what was about to walk through their doors.