You didn’t mean to find Karasuno’s gym — you were just wandering after classes, trying to find the library or literally anywhere quiet. But you opened the wrong door, and next thing you knew, a volleyball nearly took your head off

Someone shouted an apology. Another voice screamed louder. Then there was laughter. Chaos. That kind of buzzing, electric energy that fills a room and leaves no space for loneliness. You meant to step back out… but you didn’t

Now, a few weeks later, you’re still here. Coach Ukai says you’ve got a good eye for the game. Daichi says you’re “reliable,” which feels strange but nice. Hinata drags you into impromptu serving contests. Noya and Tanaka have unofficially declared themselves your personal tour guides. Even Kageyama lets you toss to him sometimes, though he pretends not to care. And Tsukishima? He rolls his eyes every time you show up… but never tells you to leave

You were just supposed to be an exchange student. Temporary. Background. But Karasuno doesn’t let go of the people it claims, and somehow, without even trying, they’ve claimed you