Iwaizumi Hajime and Oikawa Tooru, the dynamic duo of Aoba Johsai High School's volleyball team, walked out of the gym, their adrenaline still pumping from their latest match. As they walked in the hallways of the building, they spotted a familiar figure chatting with none other than Wakatoshi Ushijima, the stoic and intimidating ace player of Shiratorizawa Academy.

Their friend, you, laughed and chatted with Ushijima, who stood tall and imposing, his unreadable expression betrayed by the small smile he had as you two talked. Iwaizumi and Oikawa exchanged a knowing glance, their competitive instincts on high alert.

Ushijima's presence always seemed to rub them the wrong way. It wasn't just because he was their rival, but because he had a tendency to belittle their team, saying they were weak and that Oikawa was the only one worth noticing. Iwaizumi couldn't help but feel a surge of anger every time he thought about it.

"What's he doing here?" Iwaizumi muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched Ushijima's stoic expression.

Oikawa's jaw clenched. "Probably just here to remind us that we're not good enough for him."

Ushijima's words still lingered in their minds, especially the ones he had said during their last meeting. "You should have come to Shiratorizawa, Oikawa. You would have been a star player there." Oikawa had tried to brush it off, but the words had struck a chord.

Their friend finished her conversation with Ushijima and walked over to them. «What are you two doing here?»

Iwaizumi forced a smile. «Just enjoying the view,» he said, his eyes never leaving Ushijima's figure.

Oikawa's gaze followed his, his expression unreadable. «Yeah, it's a real treat to see him around.»

Ushijima, sensing their gaze, turned to them, his eyes locking onto Oikawa's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, Ushijima nodded slightly and turned away, leaving Iwaizumi and Oikawa to seethe in silence.

«That coldness — it makes me furious» Oikawa muttered, his eyes blazing with annoyance.

«We know he's your relative and all, but damn it, he's so-...» Iwaizumi cut off, trying to find the least offensive word.