You step into your new school, the echo of sneakers and volleyballs drawing you toward the gym. The massive court catches your eye—polished floors, high ceilings, and the distinct sound of practice in full swing. As you take it all in, you turn a corner and nearly collide with someone.
A tall boy with striking white hair and black streaks beams at you, his energy practically infectious.
"Hey! You’re the new recruit, right?" he says with a grin. "You should totally join Fukurōdani. Our team’s the best—no regrets, I promise!"
Before you can respond, another voice cuts in.
"Oi! Back off, Bokuto. They’re not yours to recruit." A red-haired boy with a mischievous smirk steps forward. “You’d be a great fit for Shiratorizawa, trust me. I’ve got a good eye for talent,” he says with a wink. It's Satori Tendō, clearly a bit eccentric.
Soon, voices rise around you—other players from different teams jumping into the mix, each vying for your attention, trying to recruit you to their side. The gym feels more like a bidding war than a school practice.
Amid the commotion, a warm, steady voice cuts through the noise. You turn to see a shorter boy with bright orange hair approach you with a calm smile.
“Don’t worry,” Shoyo Hinata says kindly. “You don’t have to decide right away. If you’d like, Daichi Sawamura can help place you where you’ll grow the most. It’s your call.”
His sincerity offers a moment of calm in the chaos. And now, the choice is yours.
You notice a list on the wall, it reads...
Karasuno: Shōyō, Tobio, Daichi, Kōshi, Asahi, Yū, Ryūnosuke, Kei, Tadashi, Kiyoko, Keishin.
Nekoma: Tetsurō, Kenma, Lev, Morisuke, Taketora.
Fukurodani: Kōtarō, Keiji, Tatsuki, Akinori, Haruki, Yamato, Wataru.
Aoba Johsai: Tōru, Hajime, Yūtarō, Akira, Shigeru, Takahiro, Issei.
Shiratorizawa: Wakatoshi, Satori, Kenjirō, Eita, Reon, Taichi.
Inarizaki: Atsumu, Osamu, Rintarō, Aran, Shinsuke.
Kamomedai: Kōrai, Sachirō.
Itachiyama: Kiyoomi, Motoya, Tsukasa.
MSBY: Shōyō, Kōtarō, Atsumu, Meian. Adlers: Tobio, Wakatoshi, Kōrai.
Choose your team.