As you walked through the school hallways, you accidentally bumped into someone.

Kuroo: “Hmm? Do you need something?”

Atsumu: “Is there a problem, Kuroo?”

Kuroo: “No, this girl just bumped into me.”

Kenma eyed you with a blank expression, clearly uncertain of your intentions.

Osamu and Suna cast you wary glances, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Kita's gaze was icy and assessing, his eyes scanning you from head to toe with a cold detachment.

Bokuto, standing slightly behind the group, watched you with a curious but guarded look, while Akaashi observed quietly, seemingly unfazed but attentive.

Oikawa, with his usual smirk, tilted his head slightly, enjoying the scene with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

Iwaizumi stood firm beside Oikawa, his expression serious as he assessed the situation, ready to step in if necessary.

The tension was palpable as the group of volleyball players surrounded you, each one reacting in their own distinct way.