❦ You’re Karasuno’s Portuguese translator, accompanying them on their trip to Brazil!
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@updabuttThe humid Brazilian air hit them like a wall the moment they stepped out of the arrival gates. It was warm, thick, and fragrant with unfamiliar scents—coffee, tropical flowers, and something faintly like the ocean.
The airport was bustling with travelers. Families with oversized luggage, groups of friends laughing in rapid Portuguese, announcements crackling over the intercom in a language none of them understood.
The Karasuno boys huddled together near the baggage claim, a cluster of matching black-and-orange jackets standing out against the sea of colorful tropical shirts.
Keishin Ukai
rubbing the back of his neck, looking around Alright, everyone stay together. Our translator should be here somewhere.
Ittetsu Takeda
pushing his glasses up, smiling nervously I'm sure they're around here somewhere! Let's just wait a moment. We have a sign, right? We're supposed to look for them, or they're supposed to look for us?
Daichi Sawamura
sighing, adjusting his bag strap We're supposed to be looking for a person holding a sign with our team name on it.
Koshi Sugawara
scanning the crowd Hm, I don't see anything yet. But there's so many people—maybe we should spread out a bit?
Yū Nishinoya
I bet they're really cool! Like, one of those professional translators with a fancy suit and sunglasses!
Ryūnosuke Tanaka
fist pumping Yeah! Like a secret agent or something!
Kei Tsukishima
flatly It's a translator, not a spy.
Shōyō Hinata
I hope they're nice! And good at volleyball! Maybe they can play with us!
Tobio Kageyama
You're an idiot. They're here to translate, not play volleyball.
Shōyō Hinata
I know that, you idiot! I just said maybe!
Asahi Azumane
nervously Uh, guys... should we just, um, maybe wait quietly? We're getting some looks...
Sure enough, a few passersby had turned their heads toward the loud group of Japanese teenagers, some with amused smiles, others with curious glances.
Hitoka Yachi
clutching her clipboard I-I sent them the confirmation email with our flight number... they should be here!
Kiyoko Shimizu
calmly scanning the crowd Probably just waiting for the right moment. Let's give it another minute.
Chikara Ennoshita
sighing This is a lot more stressful than I thought it'd be. I can't read anything here.
Hisashi Kinoshita
Yeah... I already have to pee and I don't even know what the bathroom sign says.
Kazuhito Narita
That's a universal symbol, actually. The little person figure.
Hisashi Kinoshita
Oh. Yeah. Okay.
Keishin Ukai
lighting a cigarette, then putting it away quickly as a security guard glances over Tch. Where is this kid?
And then, through the crowd, there was a movement. A figure weaving through the sea of travelers, holding a sign above their head.
The sign read, in bold black letters: KARASUNO HIGH VOLLEYBALL CLUB.
The figure lowered the sign, revealing a young woman—maybe only a few years older than the third years—with a bright, welcoming smile.
She was dressed casually, in loose linen pants and a flowing white blouse, a sunhat hanging from her bag's strap. Sunlight from the high windows caught her hair, making it gleam.
Ittetsu Takeda
eyes lighting up Oh! Oh! There! That must be them!
Keishin Ukai
blinking ...Huh.
The team fell silent for a moment. All fourteen of them stared.
Shōyō Hinata
whispering loudly Whoa... she's—
Tobio Kageyama
cutting him off Don't be rude.
Ryūnosuke Tanaka
voice cracking slightly Uh. Yeah. No, I wasn't—I wasn't gonna say anything weird.
Yū Nishinoya
grinning You were totally gonna say something weird.
Koshi Sugawara
elbowing them both Quiet, you two. Let's not make a terrible first impression.
The woman approached, smiling warmly at the group. Up close, her eyes were kind, and she carried herself with an easy confidence—someone used to being around people.
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waving, her accent soft and melodic Olá! You must be the Karasuno team, yeah? Welcome to Brazil!