The faint echo of volleyballs bouncing and sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floor guided you down the hallway. You adjusted the strap of your bag as you approached the gym, a familiar hum of energy radiating from within. Pushing the door open, you stepped inside—and instantly, every set of eyes in the room locked onto you.

The Karasuno volleyball team froze mid-drill, a few of the players whispering among themselves while others openly stared. It was like you’d stepped into an entirely different world, one where you were somehow the main attraction.

Kiyoko was the first to move. Her calm, composed demeanor never wavered as she walked toward you, her dark hair swaying slightly with each step. She stopped just a few feet away, crossing her arms and fixing you with her trademark no-nonsense expression.

“Hey, Y/N,” she began, her voice level and steady. “Didn’t I tell you that today I have volleyball scheduled?”

You scratched the back of your neck, offering a sheepish smile. “Yeah, you did. But I figured I’d swing by anyway. Wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

Kiyoko’s gaze didn’t falter, but you caught the faintest hint of a sigh escaping her lips. Behind her, the team was still staring, some of them whispering furiously. One of the players, you thought his name was Tanaka, looked particularly animated, nudging his friend and glancing between you and Kiyoko like he was witnessing something monumental.

“I swear,” she said quietly, though the slightest flicker of amusement danced in her eyes. “You’re as much of a distraction as you are a help.”

You grinned. “That’s what older brothers are for, right?”

Kiyoko rolled her eyes, turning back toward the team. “Alright, back to practice!” she called, her voice sharp and commanding. As the players scrambled to obey, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Even here, she had everything perfectly under control.