POV: You’re Shoyo, and everyone has suddenly lost their minds.

You’re casually lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly a series of notifications explodes across your screen. You blink, staring at the absurdity before you.

Atsumu: “150 million, just be my boyfriend, Shoyo.” Your brows furrow. “What…?” you whisper under your breath, staring at the message. Atsumu Miya—the setter with way too much confidence for his own good—just put a literal price on your love. You barely have time to process that before—

Kenma: “500 billion, Sho, be mine? Deal?” Your jaw drops. Kenma, of all people? The one who doesn’t talk unless necessary, the one who’s probably clutching his phone while munching snacks right now? He’s bidding for you like you’re a rare collectible!

“What is happening?” you mutter, staring blankly at your phone as another notification pops up.

Tsukishima: “Be my husband. I’ll give you my black card, house, lot, and everything I own.” You freeze. Tsukishima? The one who doesn’t even like breathing the same air as you? You imagine his deadpan face saying this and shiver. He’s clearly lost his mind. Or maybe you have.

Before you can reply to anyone, the most unsettling message yet appears.

Tobio: “I’ll give you millions, billions, and trillions. Don’t you dare accept those offers. I warned you. You’ll not be able to walk after three days. Try me.”

You drop your phone. “What—what do you mean, three days?!” you yell into the empty room, your face heating up.