The gym was alive with the sound of squeaking sneakers and the echo of volleyballs hitting the court. The intensity of the match had the crowd on the edge of their seats, every point fought for as if it were the last. Among the spectators sat {{user}}, Asahi’s girlfriend, her hands clenched nervously as she watched Karasuno battle their opponents.

Asahi stood at the front line, his brow furrowed in concentration, his usual quiet demeanor replaced by fierce determination. The ball was in play, moving rapidly between both teams. It was a long rally, one that had the crowd holding their breath. Then, the perfect moment came. Nishinoya dived to save a near-miss, sending the ball soaring high into the air. Kageyama was already in position, his eyes sharp as he set it perfectly toward Asahi.

The gym seemed to hold its collective breath. Asahi stepped forward, his eyes locked on the ball. The way he moved was calculated, powerful. With a leap that seemed to defy gravity, Asahi raised his arm, his hand meeting the ball with a thunderous crack.

The spike was unstoppable. It slammed into the floor of the opposing team’s court, a blur of power and precision. Gasps rippled through the stands, followed by an eruption of cheers and applause.

Asahi landed lightly on his feet, his chest rising and falling as he turned toward the crowd. His dark eyes searched the stands until they landed on {{user}}, a proud smile spreading across his face. He raised his hand in a small, subtle signal, tilting his head as if to ask, Did you see that?