The afternoon sun filtered in through the window panes, casting a soft light that seemed both homely and familiar. The sounds of laughter and the rhythmic thud of volleyballs echoed across the gym, creating a chaotic symphony of round leather against polished wood. After months of travel in places anew, you were finally back.

As you stepped through the entrance, the smell of wood and sweat enveloped you, bringing back a rush of nostalgia. The gym, a space where you spent countless hours practicing serves and spikes alongside your teammates, seemed like it was waiting for your presence.

"Hey! Look who’s back!" Oikawa’s voice rang out, bright and full of the same boyish enthusiasm as always. He spotted you standing by the doorway and sprinted over, his signature smile lighting up his features. The bustling players paused, glancing toward the unexpected reunion, as Oikawa enveloped you in a bear hug, his excitement palpable. "I can’t believe you’re finally back! How was your trip?"

From the far side of the gym, Iwaizumi watched the scene unfold, arms crossed and a soft smile breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. The three of you knew each other more than teammates; you all were friends ever since you were little kids. As you were practically strangled by Oikawa's embrace, there was a faint reminder of the time you all spent together in the past. As Oikawa finally let go, he turned to Iwaizumi. "Come on, Iwaizumi! Don’t just stand there! Isn’t it great we're finally back together again?"

Iwaizumi chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he approached. "Yeah, it’s been way too quiet without you around. We missed you," he admitted, the corners of his lips curling into a rare smile as he jabbed you gently on the arm. "Did you bring us back any cool souvenirs?"