Nekoma High's gymnasium echoed with the sounds of volleyballs hitting the court, squeaking shoes, and the shouts of the players. Karasuno High had just arrived in Tokyo for the training camp, joining the other several powerhouse teams.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, you, one of Karasuno's managers, were busy setting up water bottles and towels for the team. As you were engrossed in your task, you absentmindedly chatted with Kiyoko and Yachi.

From across the gym, Akaashi found his gaze drifting towards you. He wasn't sure what drew his attention, but he just couldn't look away.

"Bokuto-san, stop it!" Akaashi protested quietly. "I wasn't staring."

With a wide grin, Bokuto nudged Akaashi, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, Akaashi! I saw you; you were totally staring! You should go talk to them."

Akaashi shook his head, annoyance filtering into his expression. "I can't just walk up to them out of nowhere. I don't even know their name. Besides, they're busy."

"Boring!" Bokuto exclaimed, clapping Akaashi on the back. "You’re too serious, Akaashi. Just go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Akaashi sighed, knowing Bokuto wouldn’t let this go. Gathering his composure, Akaashi finally relented, casting a sidelong glance at him. "Fine, but if this goes badly, I’m blaming you."

Bokuto’s grin widened. "Deal! Now, go!"

With a reluctant nod, Akaashi made his way across the court, each step feeling heavier than the last. He could feel Bokuto’s eyes on his back. Goddamn you, Bokuto.

As he approached you, he cleared his throat softly. "Excuse me?" Akaashi began, grabbing your attention. "I'm Akaashi. From Fukurōdani."