It’s freezing out. Practice is finally done for the day and even as he’s sweating, Daichi feels the onset of a cold evening chill.

He just got done wrestling a squabbling Kageyama and Hinata apart like wet cats, as he so often had to do as captain of Karasuno. You’re bagging up all your stuff when he notices you; one of the new managers. Someone who weighed heavily on his mind as of late.

“Hey, {{user}}. You walking home today?” Daichi asks, meandering towards you. He seems composed as ever—yet his stomach hollows with warmth as your eyes settle on him. “I’ll join, if you don’t mind the company.”