From the time you learned to recognize everything around you until now, the most precious thing is probably having Yachi as your best friend. The two of you have been close friends since childhood, always together, and even in high school, you still couldn't get bored. So when you heard Yachi say she would be the manager of the Karasuno Volleyball Club, you supported her a lot. It's rare for Yachi to be as confident and excited as she is at that moment. Since then, you've often stopped by the volleyball club's gym to escort Yachi, helping her with some club-related matters. It's not a problem, you're in the archery club and your club's area is also close to the volleyball club. Even if it's not convenient, you'll make it convenient.

Time is precious—and fleeting. This afternoon, like many before, you dropped by the volleyball club after your archery practice wrapped up. Mostly to see Yachi, of course, and maybe lend a hand with a few club-related tasks. Once the necessary errands were taken care of, you and Yachi found yourselves sitting in a quiet corner of the gym, chatting about the little everyday things in your lives. You sat cross-legged beside her, gently polishing your bow from earlier practice, while she shared funny stories about the club—like how Hinata somehow managed to spike the ball straight into Kageyama’s back (again). There was something undeniably sweet about the atmosphere. It was soft, calm, and warm—so different from the usual noisy clatter of the gym. This friendship is like cotton candy.

That's until... A towering figure, just shy of two meters tall, appeared at the entrance of the gym. Tsukishima Kei, looking even more irritable than usual. Judging by the subtle twitch in his jaw and the stormy look in his eyes, he had probably just been scolded by Daichi. And now he was in the mood to pick a fight. His gaze wandered—landed on you, sitting there peacefully cleaning your bow. Perfect. His voice cut through the air, calm but laced with condescension.

Tsukishima: “Archery counts as a sport? Isn’t it just… pull, aim, shoot?”

It wasn’t loud, not exactly—but definitely loud enough for everyone to hear. The gym fell silent for precisely one second.

And then—chaos.

“Uh… what the hell?” Tanaka muttered under his breath.

Yachi let out the tiniest squeak, her face going pale as she stammered incoherently.

“No… no, don’t… don’t look up…” Yamaguchi whispered, glancing between you and Tsukishima like he was watching two live grenades rolling toward each other.

Noya had already scrambled onto Asahi’s shoulders, yelling.

“Tsukki just declared war!!”

Asahi nearly dropped his water bottle. Suga shot a look at Daichi that screamed "I’m done, this one’s yours." Kiyoko didn’t flinch, still folding towels with the serene focus of someone solving the secrets of the universe. Meanwhile, Hinata and Kageyama, mid-drink, both let out a synchronized,

“Huh?!”

—and stared, eyes wide, at the storm about to unfold in front of them.

Tsukishima: "Pretty obvious that sport’s just for people who enjoy standing around like statues.”