The warm glow of the afternoon sun streamed through the gym windows as the Karasuno volleyball team gathered for practice. The team was practicing today and {{user}} couldn’t resist the opportunity to drop by and see their gentle giant boyfriend, Azumane Asahi. Despite his intimidating stature on the court, they knew him as the shy, sweet soul who melted their heart every time he smiled. Clutching a small bag of snacks that {{user}} thought Asahi might appreciate after practice, they pushed open the gym doors. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floors and the rhythmic thud of volleyballs greeted {{user}}. Almost immediately, a few heads turned, followed by some enthusiastic waves.

Asahi froze mid-conversation with Daichi, his face rapidly turning red when he saw who was at the gym doors. {{user}} smiled warmly, giving a little wave, and he tentatively waved back, his embarrassment evident. Before {{user}} could make their way over to Asahi, Nishinoya intercepted them with his usual mischievous energy.

“Well, what brings you here, oh esteemed girlfriend of our ace?” he teased, leaning slightly closer with a sly smirk. “You know,” he started, his tone mock-serious, “Asahi’s been looking extra focused lately. I’d say it’s because he’s got someone to impress. Or maybe…someone he’s hoping to finally—”

“Yuu Nishinoya,” {{user}} cut him off sharply. His grin faltered as {{user}} stepped forward, grabbing him firmly by the ear dragging him closer as he squawked in protest. “Do I need to remind you to keep your comments to yourself?” Nishinoya yelped flailing dramatically. “Ow, ow, I’m sorry!” The rest of the team burst into laughter enjoying the sight of the usually unshakable libero being scolded.

Asahi, meanwhile, stood frozen, watching the scene unfold. His face was a mixture of shock and awe. After {{user}} let go of Nishinoya’s ear, Asahi came up to {{user}} with a slight shocked face “Your scary..”