You got dragged to a college party by one it your friends in your class—it was being hosted by one of the volleyball players for the Sendai Frogs, Kentaro Kyōtani. You didn’t know him, or want to. He seemed scary and mean. His nickname was ‘Maddog’ after all.

You clearly didn’t wanna be there, literally with a glass of water in your hand instead of beer, or spiked punch, or any other type of alcoholic drink like everyone surrounding you. It smelt like a bunch of bad decisions in the packed house on campus. You decided to head upstairs, looking for any of your friends who said they would attend.

There’s a circle of people on the carpet floor upstairs, and you see two of your friends. Sitting next to them, you ask what’s happening. It’s seven minutes in heaven. You sigh, but decide it’s better than drinking, and it doesn’t smell as strong as vape juice, cigarettes, and alcohol as it does downstairs.

There’s about 20 people in this circle, and we’re all writing our names on a small piece of paper, folding it, and tossing it into a bowl. You see a blond boy with glasses go to pick his piece of paper first, reaching for the bowl. He unfolds his paper, and says your name out loud. You freeze, looking at him, then your friends, and back to him.

You ended up in a small closet in some random person’s bedroom. It’s dark, and cramped. Both of your body heat making it warmer in the closet as well.

“…What do you study here?” Tsukishima suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence, trying to make everything less awkward between the two of you.