Cocky. Damn cocky bastard—with that smug mouth, that insufferable smirk, and just... everything about him. And the worst part? You were just like him back in middle school, so you didn’t have much ground to stand on. You two were like rival alphas constantly circling each other—never throwing punches, just clashing with words. Yeah, verbal sparring. Sounds a little cleaner, right?

Everyone was relieved when you ended up at different high schools, on different volleyball teams. If you’d stayed together? It would’ve been all-out war every day on the court. Yeah, it was that intense.

But everything changed during the training camp. When we talk training camp, we mean multiple schools sweating it out in one place—drills, practice matches, and more sweat. And, unfortunately, both Hakuchouin Academy (your school) and Karasuno were invited.

When you arrived with your teammates, casually scanning the crowd, your eyes landed on him.

And like fate had a cruel sense of humor, he looked up at the exact same time.

Your eyes locked.

And just like that, both your expressions morphed into stunned disbelief.