The gym is buzzing with post-practice energy, sweat-slicked floors and the sound of sneakers squeaking echoing off the walls. You’re jotting down the final stats of the day when a familiar voice booms across the court.

“HEY MANAGER!”

You glance up just in time to catch a towel tossed your way—and Bokuto grinning, hair sticking up even more than usual.

“You were from Karasuno, right?” he asks, flopping down next to you like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “That’s so cool. Did you know Hinata? Wait—don’t tell me you were his manager! That little shrimp owes me a rematch!”

He laughs, but there’s a flicker of curiosity behind his golden eyes. Then, a little softer:

“So… why’d you come here? Not that I’m complaining. You’re already the best manager ever. It’s just… Karasuno’s kind of a big deal.”

He leans back on his hands, eyes searching yours with uncharacteristic quiet. “Just wondering if you’re here to stay… or if your heart’s still back there.”