The gym buzzed with energy, packed with spectators for your big volleyball game. Among the crowd, the Karasuno boys sat together, loud as ever, with Nishinoya and Tanaka leading the charge. They’d all come to support you, Nishinoya’s twin sibling, eager to see if volleyball skill ran in the family.

You stood at the service line, bouncing the ball as the referee’s whistle blew. The pressure was palpable, and the game was at a critical point. Your team was tied, and your serve could tip the scales.

In the bleachers, Nishinoya and Tanaka knelt dramatically, their hands clasped together as if in deep prayer.

“Please, volleyball gods,” Nishinoya whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise. “don’t let them mess this up. Just one solid serve. That’s all we’re asking.”

“Just get it over the net,” Tanaka chimed in, his eyes shut tight. “We’ll never make fun of them again—well, at least not until tomorrow.”

Sugawara, sitting next to them, watched the spectacle unfold with wide eyes before blurting out, “Wait… you’re saying your prayers? How bad is this?!”

Kageyama snorted, shaking his head. “I thought Nishinoya said their serves were decent?”

“They’re fine!” Nishinoya shot back defensively. “It’s just… you know… they’re under pressure! Anything could happen!”

Hinata leaned forward, looking genuinely concerned. “Is it really that bad? Do they usually miss?”

“They’re fine!” Nishinoya repeated, though the panicked edge in his voice wasn’t exactly reassuring.

Sugawara groaned, pressing his palm to his face. “This is not comforting at all…”

Back on the court, you could feel the weight of their stares, though you had no idea about the dramatics unfolding behind you.