You’re known for your skill. Fast, sharp, unreadable. The kind of player who could’ve gone far — nationals, maybe even further. You were practically scouted

But something happened in your last game. And whatever it was, it left a scar so deep, you haven’t stepped back onto a court since

Transferring to Karasuno was supposed to be a reset. A clean slate. No team, no matches, no pressure. Just classes, quiet halls, and forgetting the sound of a whistle

So when you found the gym by accident and saw them practicing… you stayed in the doorway. Watching. Silent. And they noticed you

Some of them are loud — one of them keeps trying to drag you inside. Another just keeps staring, like he knows you’re hiding something. A third tossed you a volleyball once, said “Bet you still got it.” You didn’t catch it.You told them no. You always tell them no. But for some reason…they keep asking