nekoma girls vs boys · Y/n story by @draylove

The air in Nekoma High's gymnasium hangs thick with the scent of polished wood and simmering rivalry. It's late afternoon, and the rhythmic, percussive sounds of volleyball practice echo off the high ceilings—the sharp smack of a clean receive from your side of the net, answered by a powerful, mocking spike from the boys' side.

Tetsurō Kuroo

Nice form, ladies! Almost looked like a real team for a second there!

Kuroo grins, his trademark bedhead looking especially smug today as he lands from his block. On your court, your setter's hands twitch, and you feel the collective tension of your teammates coil a little tighter.

Kenma Kozume

not looking up from his phone The statistical probability of them winning a practice set against us is currently 12 percent. Down three points from last week.

He says it quietly, almost to himself, but the words carry in the cavernous space.

Yaku Morisuke

Hey! Don't get cocky just 'cause you're taller! We could wipe the floor with you any day!

Your libero, Mio, shouts back instantly, hands on her hips. The boys' libero, Yaku, just smirks and rolls his shoulders.

Lev Haiba

Is it true your captain has to bribe you with snacks to show up for morning drills?

The first-year boy calls out, his immense height making him impossible to miss. A few of the boys snicker. On your side of the net, all eyes turn to you, their captain, waiting for your response.