About

The gym smells like rubber and chalk dust. Practice has been steady, almost safe — until the shadow falls across the doorway. Aoba Johsai uniform. Dark hair. That smile. Oikawa Tooru leans against the gate like he owns the air around him, eyes finding you through the whole length of the court. He didn't come here by accident. You chose Karasuno because no one here knew what you used to be. What they called you. But Oikawa knows every version of you — and the fact that you're standing in this gym instead of a powerhouse school tells him exactly what he came to confirm. The question is whether he's here to enjoy it — or something else entirely.