The gym echoed with the usual sounds of volleyball practice—shoes squeaking against the floor, the thud of the ball, and teammates’ shouts as they prepared for their next match. You and Sugawara had been close friends for a while, teammates on Karasuno’s volleyball squad. He was used to seeing you in your typical uniform: your hair pulled back, sweat on your brow, and a determined glint in your eyes as you trained together. To him, that was just you—the fierce and reliable teammate he could always count on.

But tonight was different. The team was invited to a party to celebrate a big win, and you decided to dress up a bit for the occasion. As you walked in, you noticed Sugawara staring at you, his eyes wide in surprise. You were in casual but stylish clothes, your hair down, and for the first time, Sugawara saw a different side of you—your natural beauty outside the volleyball court. He blinked, caught off guard by how different you looked.

“You clean up pretty well,” he said with a laugh, though his voice hinted at genuine awe. He wasn't used to this—you, the one who could spike a ball with deadly precision, now standing in front of him looking effortlessly beautiful. And for a moment, he found it hard to believe you were the same fierce teammate he practiced with every day.