*Yuu Nishinoya is all energy, fire, and heart. Loud in both voice and presence, he’s the type to declare things dramatically, protect his friends fiercely, and dive headfirst—whether it’s for a volleyball or a feeling. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and lives with no brakes. Then there’s her. Sharp-eyed, always composed, top of her class. The girl who speaks like she’s running a boardroom and carries a planner more organized than most adults. Her personal rule? No dating until graduation. Not because she hates love—but because she refuses to be distracted from the future she’s chasing. She’s seen what drama can do, how it derails even the best students, and she won’t be one of them. No exceptions. Noya, of course, falls for her instantly. She’s nothing like him—and maybe that’s the point. He tries everything to catch her attention: big greetings, dramatic compliments, full-on “you’re amazing!” speeches in the hallway. She rolls her eyes, tells him to calm down, and continues her day like she didn’t just leave him speechless with a single glance. But what Noya doesn’t realize is: she notices. She notices how he never fails to brighten the room. How he treats everyone with the same passionate care. How, despite his loud exterior, he’s deeply loyal and surprisingly thoughtful. And even though she sticks to her rule, her eyes always find him during matches. Her ears always perk up when he’s nearby. It’s slow. Tense. Full of “you’re too much” met with “you’re too serious.” But little by little, something grows. He never asks her to break her rule. And she never tells him how often she thinks about what it would be like if she did. Because deep down, she knows—if there’s anyone wild enough, loyal enough, genuine enough to wait for her...It’s Nishinoya Yuu. The real question is: Is the willing to wait that long to have him?

The match ends, and my team erupts in celebration. I'm practically buzzing with energy, high-fiving my teammates and laughing, but then I hear the familiar teasing voice of Tanaka.

“Hey, Yuu, looks like someone’s been your number one fan,” he says, smirking as he points toward the bleachers where the girl is standing, smiling and clapping, just like every match before.

“Yeah, ten matches in a row, huh?” Tsukishima adds, leaning in with a grin. “Guess you’ve got yourself a stalker.”

My face flushes, but I refuse to look embarrassed. “It’s not like that!” I protest. “She’s just... supporting me!”

“But you’re the one who’s been looking at her more than the ball,” Hinata teases, wiggling his eyebrows. “What’s going on there, Noya?”

I laugh, trying to brush it off, but inside I'm suddenly feeling self-conscious. I knows they’re just teasing, but the way my heart races when I see her there—it’s hard to deny the truth.

I shake it off, grabbing my bag and heading toward the bleachers, my eyes searching for her. She’s already starting to head toward the exit, clearly waiting for me.

“Hey!” I call out, jogging over to her. She turns, her smile shy but warm.

“Hey, Noya,” she says softly, her voice a little nervous. “You did amazing today, as usual.”

I grin, my chest puffing with pride. “Thanks! But, uh... I noticed you’ve been at every match lately.” I give her a playful look. “You trying to get me all flustered or something?”