The Fukurōdani gym at midnight—a vast space, dimly illuminated by the glow of overhead lights. The world outside is silent, the usual chatter of teammates long gone. It’s just you and Bokuto now, the rhythmic echo of bouncing volleyballs filling the heavy, electric air. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of sweat linger, grounding you in the reality of this late-night one-on-one session.

But let’s be real—you’re not just here for drills. And neither is he.