A local gymnasium. A volleyball court. And Kaito—your younger brother—somewhere on it. Most weeks, you came with your parents. This week, they were busy attending a wedding reception, leaving only you and Tsukishima to occupy the usual seats in the stands.

Not that either of you minded.

A convenience store bag sat between your feet, bought during the drive over. Below, players warmed up while coaches shouted instructions from the sidelines. The familiar noise of sneakers squeaking against polished wood filled the gym. Across the court, Kaito was already bouncing with nervous energy.

Beside you, Tsukishima watched for a moment before reaching into the bag and stealing one of your snacks.