The match had been an electrifying rollercoaster of tension and drama, culminating in an exhilarating climax that left the audience breathless. It was a victory that defied all odds and expectations. The words "Karasuno is going to nationals" echoed through the gymnasium like a triumphant battle cry, a declaration that carried the weight of relentless effort and unwavering determination.

In the wake of this monumental win, the air was charged with an infectious elation that swept through the team like wildfire. Hugs were exchanged with unbridled enthusiasm, and the triumphant athletes, their uniforms soaked with the sweat of battle, reveled in their hard-fought success. Exuberant cheers of joy pierced the air, punctuating the momentous occasion.

(Y/n) was, of course, not immune to this wave of euphoria. She found herself swept up in the tide of celebration, unable to contain her own joy. Laughter and tears mingled as she shared in the embrace of her victorious teammates, each hug and high-five a testament to the countless hours of practice, the sacrifices made, and the sheer passion poured into the game. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated celebration, a memory etched in their hearts forever.

As the jubilant celebrations slowly began to subside, the team shifted its focus towards the essential task of tending to their fatigued bodies. Amid the echoes of triumphant cheers, the players dispersed to various corners of the gymnasium, stretching and freshening up in preparation for the highly anticipated award ceremony that would formally recognize their remarkable journey.

(Y/n), Kageyama, and Hinata found themselves congregating in a bustling corridor just outside the gymnasium. It was here that the mood was as lively as ever, with the triumphant trio engaged in spirited conversation. Hinata, brimming with enthusiasm, introduced his middle school friends to Kageyama and (y/n), their faces animated with the shared dreams of the court.

The conversation was a vivid tapestry of aspirations and stories, weaving together the experiences and ambitions of these young athletes. Hinata's middle school friends were filled with admiration for his accomplishments, and they eagerly discussed their own volleyball journeys. As they exchanged tales of their most memorable matches and proudest moments, there was a shared sense of camaraderie and understanding, as if they were all part of an unspoken brotherhood of volleyball players.

The camaraderie continued to grow, blending the past and the present, as they celebrated the hard-earned victory and the path that had brought them to this triumphant moment. Conversations were punctuated with laughter and excited gestures, the sense of unity among these players stronger than ever. The corridor, once just a pathway, had transformed into a vibrant space where the love of the game and the bonds of friendship intertwined.

Amid this spirited atmosphere, as cheers and laughter filled the corridor, an unexpected and dramatic turn of events unfolded. Ushijima, the formidable adversary from Shiratorizawa, made his way purposefully toward the trio. His determined expression spoke volumes, a clear statement of his unwavering commitment to excellence. He didn't shy away from the challenge of the future but instead embraced it with a solemn declaration: "I will win next time."

The words hung in the air, electrifying the space around them. It was as though the very corridor was charged with an intensified air of competition, a palpable desire to face off once again. Hinata and Kageyama, whose fiery spirits were ever-ready to accept a challenge, responded immediately. Their voices, laced with unyielding determination, rang out like a battle cry, filling the hallway with their resolve. There was no doubt; this rivalry would burn even brighter, igniting their competitive flames with newfound intensity.

Yet, in the midst of this passionate exchange, (y/n) seized a moment to interject. She saw this as the perfect opportunity to remind Ushijima of the prophecy, the fateful warning that had taken root in the hearts of Karasuno's determined crows. With a sly yet friendly smile, she looked Ushijima in the eyes, and her words rang out clearly amidst the fervor of the moment. "Don't forget, Ushijima-senpai," she remarked, "you were warned about a murder of crows taking down a great white eagle."

It was a playful yet potent reminder, a nod to the indomitable spirit of Karasuno that had triumphed against all odds. Ushijima's resolve was met with a gentle challenge, a testament to the unyielding spirit of the Karasuno team and their determination to soar ever higher.

After this lively banter, (y/n) decided to steal a moment of tranquility amidst the post-match buzz. Stepping outside into the crisp air, she held the small, furry bundle that had been Kenta in Yachi's bag. The little pup, a devoted observer of the game, had been as still as a statue during the match, his bright eyes soaking in the thrilling action on the court.

Now, as the door to the gymnasium closed behind them, Kenta's curiosity was piqued. With a gentle release, (y/n) allowed the little pup to set his paws down on solid ground. His steps were hesitant at first, as he tentatively explored this new, wide world outside the bag that had been his cozy haven. Ears perked and nose twitching, Kenta ventured forth, occasionally pausing to sniff a tuft of grass or to examine the intriguing scent left by those who had gathered for the match.

(Y/n) watched with a soft smile as Kenta embarked on his exploration. It was a moment of reprieve, a tranquil interlude amid the thrilling chaos of the victory. The little pup's adventure mirrored the journey of the Karasuno team, a testament to the beauty of new beginnings and the promise of uncharted paths.

As Kenta padded around, discovering the world outside the bag, (y/n) felt a deep sense of contentment. In that quiet moment, she marveled at the notion that victory was not just the destination but also the journey itself – a journey filled with unexpected encounters and delightful detours, much like Kenta's newfound adventures.

Beyond the bustling gymnasium, (y/n) spotted two figures that were unmistakable to her - Iwaizumi and Oikawa. Their presence in the celebratory atmosphere came as a delightful surprise, and she couldn't resist waving them over. It was a testament to the compelling nature of the match that even rivals had made the effort to witness this thrilling showdown.

As Iwaizumi and Oikawa approached, their faces displayed an array of emotions, each colored by their unique perspectives. Iwaizumi, the stern and reliable vice-captain of Aoba Johsai, wore a small but genuine smile, one that spoke of the respect he had for their worthy adversaries. Oikawa, with his characteristic charisma, had a look of indifference about him. It was clear that he had watched the match, but, true to his enigmatic persona, he chose not to stay for the formalities of the award ceremony.

The conversation that unfolded was surprisingly candid and lighthearted. The Seijoh third years engaged in a spirited dialogue with (y/n), laughter rang out, defying any remnants of rivalry. Iwaizumi and Oikawa extended their warm congratulations, Iwaizumi's words reflecting genuine respect for the feat that Karasuno had achieved.

Even Oikawa, who had held a storied rivalry with Kageyama, couldn't help but acknowledge the deserving nature of Karasuno's win. His annoyance was evident, but beneath it was a begrudging admiration. The meeting of these former rivals was characterized by camaraderie and an unspoken understanding of the shared journey that had defined their years in high school volleyball.

Within the gymnasium, the award ceremony played out in a whirlwind of surreal speed, almost as if it were a dream. The very notion that they were about to embark on the journey to the nationals left an almost otherworldly sensation in the hearts of the Karasuno players. Each step they took towards the stage was marked by the heavy weight of their accomplishment, and yet, a sense of exhilaration pushed them forward. The recognition of this victory was the realization of a dream they had fought for tirelessly, a dream they had come closer to with each rally and each well-executed attack.

The gymnasium itself seemed to buzz with energy, a palpable current of shared understanding. For the Karasuno players, their triumph was not merely a conclusion; it was the opening chapter of a new and exhilarating story in their volleyball careers. It was a reminder that all the sweat, all the practice, and all the defeats had led to this very moment. It was a moment to cherish and savor, and the journey was far from over. The path to the nationals lay ahead, brimming with challenges and opportunities, awaiting the indomitable spirit of the crows.

To commemorate this incredible victory, Keishin treated the team to a well-deserved celebratory meal. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of elation and exhaustion, a strange but satisfying combination. The relentless physical and emotional strain of the match had left its mark on every player, and the fatigue was apparent as they tucked into their meals.

However, what truly marked this moment was not just the delicious food but the unbreakable bond of the team. The toll of the match had pushed many of the players to the brink of exhaustion. Plates were filled with delicious food, but often, between bites, heavy eyelids overcame the thrill of the victory.

In a moment that was almost slapstick, many found themselves nodding off mid-bite, their heads bobbing in drowsy unison, as if the exhaustion had finally caught up with them. Laughter filled the air, a testament to the team's camaraderie. It was a scene that epitomized their deep connections and the shared physical and emotional exhaustion they had endured throughout the game.

Each nodding head and half-eaten meal was a silent tribute to the countless hours of practice and the fiery determination they had invested. This quirky and heartwarming tableau was a living proof of their unyielding commitment on the court.

Amid the whirlwind of post-match celebration, (y/n) managed to carve out a moment of respite. With her phone in hand, she couldn't wait to share the exhilarating news with her friends back in Tokyo. As she typed out the words, her excitement was palpable in each keystroke. The message was sent, and the anticipation of their responses made her heart race.

In the midst of the bustling dinner and the echo of cheers and congratulations, her phone buzzed with a flurry of excited messages. From Tokyo to Miyagi, the sense of shared celebration transcended the physical distance. As the digital responses flowed in, each notification was a reminder of the powerful connections she had, not just with her teammates but also with her friends scattered far and wide.

"Karasuno is going to nationals." Those six words, sent and received through the digital realm, were more than just a mere declaration. They embodied a dream hard-won, a testament to the unwavering dedication and passion that defined each member of the team. It was a celebration that stretched beyond the gymnasium, connecting their victory to a network of friends who had shared in the journey, even from afar.