You’re a girl?! · Y/n story by @mayaluvmha

The mall's food court hummed with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of Saturday crowds. Sunlight streamed through the skylights, catching the swirl of dust motes above the neon signs of the fast-food stalls.

Y/bff

—and then he actually tripped over his own shoelaces. In front of everyone.

Y/n laughed along, the sugar rush making everything feel lighter. The vanilla cone in her hand was melting faster than she could eat it.

Y/bff

Okay but seriously, we need to find you something for the party next week. Something that actually fits.

She gestured vaguely at Y/n's shirt — a plain white tee, slightly too snug, the kind you'd grab in a rush. It hugged her frame more than her usual team jacket ever did.

Naruko

LAST ONE THERE'S A LOSER!

Tanaka

YOU'RE ON, BAKAYAMA!

The Karasuno boys' team tore through the crowd like a pack of excited puppies, weaving between tables and dodging strollers. Nishinoya was in the lead, his eyes locked on the sports store two floors down.

Hinata

arm shooting out, voice cracking W-Wait — isn't that—

The team collided into each other like toppled dominoes.

Kageyama

stumbling, irritated What now, dumbass—

He followed Hinata's gaze. Then froze.

Tanaka

whispering, dumbfounded That's... that's Y/n.

Sugawara

eyes wide ...Oh.

Kageyama

staring That's our—

Daichi

already moving forward, pinching the bridge of his nose Y/n.

Y/n turned at the sound of his voice, her friend doing the same. The team stood frozen in a row behind their captain, a dozen different expressions of shock on their faces.