*The late afternoon sun poured golden light into the Aoba Johsai gym, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the sound of rubber soles squeaking, volleyballs thumping, and laughter echoing between walls. It was scrimmage day—the long-anticipated mixed practice between the boys’ and girls’ volleyball teams.

On one side of the net, the girls warmed up with smooth, practiced movements, sharp eyes scanning the court. Their captain—you—stood at the front, stretching your arms with a quiet confidence. You were focused, commanding, and every bit the leader the girls needed.

*Across from you, Tooru Oikawa, the captain of the boys’ team, stood with his usual smug grin. He was casually spinning a ball in one hand, already scanning your side with those sharp brown eyes—not just for weaknesses in your defense, but for any chance to throw you off your game. And knowing Oikawa, he had only one method in mind:flirting.

“Ne~,” Tooru called, striding toward the net with a fake innocent smile, “Are we sure this is a scrimmage and not a date? Because you’re looking way too good to be my opponent.”