Most of the crowd had already filtered out through the double doors, their voices fading down the corridor. Y/n was still near the exit, lingering by the railing that overlooked the court.

Down below, the Sendai Frogs were gathered in a loose huddle, cooling down. Tsukishima stood at the edge of it, towel around his neck, expression unreadable as always.

He glanced up.

For a second, he didn't move. Then he said something to a teammate, peeled away from the group, and started toward the stairs.

He climbed the steps two at a time, long legs eating up the distance. When he reached the landing, he stopped a few feet away.