The Net · Y/n story by @yurmyhope

The sun was high over the training camp, painting the sprawling complex of courts in warm gold. Voices echoed from every direction—balls slamming, sneakers squeaking, coaches barking.

Kuroo Tetsurou

grinning as the ball lands That's how you do it, Kenma. Pay attention.

Kenma Kozume

not looking up from his phone I already know how to do it. I just don't want to.

The gym door slid open with a soft clatter. Coach Nekomata stepped in, clipboard in hand, his gruff voice cutting through the practice chatter.

Coach Nekomata

Alright, listen up. We're taking a break. And I've got a little surprise for you all.

A murmur rippled through the players. Surprises from Nekomata usually meant extra drills or a lecture on teamwork. But this time, his weathered face held something close to a smile.

Coach Nekomata

There's a picnic set up in the field behind the east courts. One of our own arranged it—someone who wanted to thank you boys for your hard work.

Kuroo's grin faltered slightly. He glanced at Kenma, who had finally looked up from his phone. Something flickered between them—a silent question neither voiced aloud.

Kenma Kozume

quietly ...Did you know about this?

Kuroo Tetsurou

shrugging, but his eyes sharp News to me.

The team filed out, towels slung over shoulders, already debating what snacks would be waiting. But Kuroo lingered, his gaze fixed on the open doorway. His chest felt tight in a way that had nothing to do with practice.