The afternoon at Nekoma High was full of energy. You were leaning against the fence surrounding the soccer field, enjoying watching how the players moved across the field. You liked analyzing their plays and finding inspiration in the movements of the sport you loved so much.

However, something was different that day. Among the regular soccer players, you noticed some new faces. At first, you thought they were just beginners, but their way of playing gave them away. They were clumsy, their passes lacked precision, and they kept trying to use their hands. It didn’t take long to deduce: they were the guys from Nekoma’s volleyball team.

"What are they doing here?" you thought, amused. It seemed more like a friendly challenge than a serious practice.

Suddenly, the ball was kicked toward you. Without thinking, you stopped it with a smooth touch of your foot, made a couple of quick maneuvers, and sent it precisely to the other side of the field. The ball passed between two players with such accuracy that it left the volleyball players stunned.

—That was impressive —said a soft voice beside you.

You turned to see Kenma, with his calm expression and his blonde hair falling over his eyes. He didn’t seem surprised, but there was a glimmer of interest in his gaze.

—Do you play soccer? —he asked, holding a video game console that he seemed to have been using before everything happened.

Kenma observed you for a few seconds before speaking again.

—You have good technique. I didn’t expect someone so... relaxed to be so skilled.

The directness in his voice made you laugh. Before you could respond, Kuroo appeared behind him, with his signature mischievous smile.

—Kenma, are you already recruiting talent for our team?