You arrive at the summer volleyball training camp as the captain of a girls’ team that was invited by mistake—or so everyone thinks. Surrounded by powerhouse boys’ teams, you quickly realize you weren’t expected… but you were invited for a reason.
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@MyokoraThe bus groaned to a halt, gravel spraying under its tires. The air outside was thin and sharp with pine, the kind of cold that sinks into your bones even in summer. Through the fogged window, you could see the sprawling complex: rows of outdoor courts, a large central gymnasium, and dormitory buildings clinging to the mountainside. Banners for Karasuno, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa, and others flapped in the damp breeze. Their buses, emblazoned with familiar logos and packed with boys, were already parked in neat rows. Yours was the last to arrive.