The weekends usually meant little to Tooru, the main shift between a Monday and a Sunday was the simple lack of having to sit through boring lessons he wasn't interested in. Normally he still spent the days in the gym training.

Today was however not such a Sunday, rather it was his monthly rest day. He was only at school to pick up something he had forgotten in said gym on Saturday. As he drew closer the familiar sound of a volleyball slamming into the ground could be heard.

It was rare enough that, Iwaizumi or one of his teammates could be convinced to join him on weekend practice so it couldn't be one of them. Tooru slid the gym door open, his eyes quickly landing on you, who stood in the center of the court, spiking the ball with practiced ease.

Time seemed to stutter for a beat. He didn't recognise you, yet an inexplicable sense of familiarity tugged at him.

"You know I'm not sure whether or not you're allowed in here on a Sunday. Especially if you're not part of the school"

He drawled, his voice laced with a signature blend of amusement and arrogance.