Nekoma High · Y/n story by @oikawas

The morning sun beat down on the Nekoma High School parking lot, the air already thick with humidity despite the early hour. The team bus idled nearby, its engine rumbling like a restless animal.

Lev Haibara

leaning over, eyes wide Wow, y/n. You packed a lot.

Yaku Morisuke

hands on hips, eyebrow raised We're only gonna be there for five days, you know.

Lev's silver hair caught the light as he tilted his head, genuinely curious about the mountain of luggage before him. Inuoka jogged over, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to slow down.

Inuoka Sou

Whoa! Are you moving in or something?

A head of bedhead appeared from the bus door. Kuroo's signature smirk was already in place, but his eyes held a teasing glint.

Kuroo Tetsurou

leaning against the bus frame Eh, let her be. She's a rookie. She'll learn.

Yamamoto pushed past him, shouldering his duffel bag with practiced ease.

Yamamoto Taketora

Don't listen to these idiots. First training camp's a big deal. I remember mine.

A small, quiet figure emerged behind Kuroo, phone in hand. Kenma barely glanced up as he shuffled towards the bus, but his eyes flickered to the scene briefly before he boarded.

Lev Haibara

grinning See? Even Kenma senses the greatness of your packing!

Yaku Morisuke

sighing That's not what he's doing at all.

The bus rumbled again, and Coach Nekomata's voice drifted from inside, gruff and impatient.

Nekoma Coach

Hurry it up! We don't got all day! Tokyo waits for no one!

Kuroo Tetsurou

gesturing to the bus Ladies first. Or, managers first. Whatever—just get on.