As (y/n), accompanied by her furry companion Kenta, weaved through the vibrant and energetic crowd, a crescendo of ecstatic screams reverberated through the air, catching their attention. Turning their heads toward the source of the uproar, (y/n) and the boys' eyes were drawn to the jubilant scene of the Aoba Johsai team celebrating their hard-fought victory. The triumphant cheers and applause rippled through the gymnasium, creating an atmosphere brimming with elation and anticipation.

The Karasuno team stood together, their expressions a mix of admiration and determination as they watched their formidable rivals revel in their moment of triumph. The realization sank in that they would be squaring off against Aoba Johsai in the upcoming match, igniting a flicker of tension and excitement within each member of the Karasuno team.

Walking side by side with (y/n), the players engaged in lively conversations, their voices carrying the weight of both nervousness and determination. She made it a point to single out those who had fought on the court, offering her heartfelt congratulations and admiration for their exceptional performance.

Hinata, his face still flushed with the adrenaline and intensity of the game, found himself enveloped in a warm smile from (y/n). Her eyes shimmered with genuine admiration as she approached him, unable to contain her excitement over his extraordinary performance.

The gymnasium buzzed with the lingering echoes of cheers and applause, but amidst the cacophony, (y/n)'s voice rang clear with pride. "Hinata, I have to say, you were absolutely phenomenal out there. The way you soared through the air, defying gravity with your lightning-fast reflexes, was nothing short of awe-inspiring. You showcased an unwavering tenacity and unyielding spirit that truly set you apart."

As (y/n) spoke, Hinata's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to fully comprehend the extent of the praise he was receiving. His voice trembled with a mix of gratitude and excitement as he managed to stammer out a heartfelt, "Th-th-thank you!"

A sense of joy radiated from (y/n) as she continued, her words filled with genuine appreciation. "You brought an electrifying energy to the court, Hinata. Your relentless determination and unwavering spirit ignited a spark in our team, propelling us forward. The way you fearlessly faced towering opponents, always ready to defy the odds, left us all in awe. You truly are a force to be reckoned with."

A wide grin spread across Hinata's face, his eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "Thank you, (y/n)-san! Your support means everything to me. I'll keep giving it my all, no matter what!"

With a gentle pat on his shoulder, (y/n) conveyed her belief in him. "I have no doubt about that, Hinata. Keep shining brightly on the court and inspiring us all."

Leaving Hinata with a renewed sense of determination, (y/n) shifted her attention to Kageyama, the team's exceptional setter. It was hard not to notice the subtle rivalry and undeniable chemistry between Hinata and Kageyama, and (y/n) couldn't help but be intrigued by their unique dynamic. She made her way toward Kageyama, a playful glint in her eyes as she approached him.

As (y/n) closed the distance, Kageyama's confident facade wavered ever so slightly, a hint of curiosity mixing with the anticipation in his eyes. Sensing the mixture of emotions swirling within him, (y/n) couldn't help but acknowledge his remarkable contribution to the game.

"Kageyama, I must admit, your sets were nothing short of extraordinary. The precision, the timing, the sheer artistry of your plays—it was a sight to behold. You have an innate ability to bring out the best in your teammates, enabling them to showcase their talents in the most incredible ways," (y/n) praised, her voice brimming with admiration.

Kageyama, typically stoic, found himself caught off guard by the genuine compliment. A flicker of surprise and gratitude flashed across his face before he regained his composure, a small but unmistakable smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, I guess I did my job," he replied modestly, the pride in his voice undeniable.

(Y/n) playfully nudged his shoulder, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Just doing your job? Oh no, Kageyama, you do so much more than that. Your presence on the court elevates the entire team. Your unwavering focus and dedication push everyone to strive for greatness. You're the maestro, conducting the symphony of talent that Karasuno is."

A rare flicker of a genuine smile danced across Kageyama's face, his usually stern expression softening in that moment. "Thanks, (y/n)-san. It's nice to hear that."

Their interaction drew the attention of other players, and (y/n) couldn't resist joining in on the playful banter and camaraderie that characterized the Karasuno team. The gymnasium was alive with their energy, and (y/n) found herself engrossed in conversations with each member, conveying her appreciation and admiration for their individual contributions.

As (y/n) made her way through the group, she approached Tanaka, the fiery wing spiker known for his unwavering passion on the court. His boisterous personality and infectious enthusiasm were hard to miss, and she couldn't help but be drawn to his exuberance.

"Tanaka-senpai," (y/n) called out, her voice filled with a mix of admiration and playfulness. "I have to say, your spikes were absolutely electrifying. The way you attacked the ball with such ferocity and precision, it sent shivers down our spines. You bring an incredible energy to the game, Tanaka-senpai, and I couldn't take my eyes off you!"

Tanaka, who had been engaged in a lively conversation with another teammate, turned toward (y/n) with a wide grin, his chest puffing out with pride. "Haha, thanks, (y/n)-san! I live for those moments on the court. Knowing that I can contribute to our team's success and ignite the crowd's excitement—it's an indescribable feeling!"

Leaving the wing spiker to face the friendly teasing of his comrades, (y/n) sought out Daichi, the unwavering captain who led the Karasuno team with both strength and compassion. Approaching him with a warm smile, she commended him on his impeccable receives, knowing how crucial his role was in keeping the team's momentum strong.

"Daichi, your receives were absolutely outstanding. You were like a wall out there, stopping those spikes with such precision and determination. Your leadership on the court is inspiring, and it sets the tone for the entire team. I can't imagine where we would be without you," (y/n) expressed, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Daichi's eyes lit up with a mix of pride and gratitude. "Thank you, (y/n)-san. It means a lot to hear that from you. We all contribute in our own ways, and I'm just glad I could do my part to support the team."

The exchange between them was filled with unspoken appreciation, a shared understanding of the countless hours of hard work and dedication that went into every play. Their eyes met, a momentary connection that conveyed more than words ever could. Blushing, they turned away, their hearts pounding with a newfound sense of connection.

Determined to leave no player unnoticed, (y/n) then made her way towards Tsukishima, who greeted her with his signature smirk. "Oh, if it isn't our grumpy Munchkin-san. I'm surprised you made it over here."

Undeterred by his usual demeanor, she confidently engaged him in conversation. "I couldn't miss the opportunity to congratulate you on your exceptional performance today. Your blocks were on point, and you played with such strategic brilliance. It's like you had an answer for every attack the opponents threw at you," (y/n) praised.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Well, someone has to keep up the standards around here. I'm glad you noticed."

Unfazed by his cheeky response, (y/n) shot back, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance. "... I'll let that slide this time, simply because I'm trying to be nice. But don't get used to it."

Their banter continued, a delightful mix of teasing and appreciation, highlighting the unique dynamics within the team. As they exchanged words, the atmosphere around them grew lighter, infused with a sense of camaraderie and shared goals. It was moments like these that reminded everyone of the power of unity and support.

The celebrations continued, with (y/n) moving from player to player, acknowledging their unique strengths and the value they brought to the team. Each conversation was filled with heartfelt praise and genuine gratitude, leaving an indelible mark on the players' hearts.

As (y/n) bid the team a quick goodbye, informing them that she would meet them back at the school, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for the Karasuno team. They were not just a group of athletes competing on the court; they were a family bonded by their shared love for the sport, their unwavering determination, and the unyielding support they received from their few fans, particularly from (y/n).

The exchange of heartfelt words and playful banter solidified the deep bond (y/n) shared with each member of the team. It served as a reminder of the unbreakable spirit that fueled their drive to overcome challenges and reach new heights. With renewed determination, the Karasuno team set their sights on the upcoming match, ready to face their formidable rivals with unwavering unity and the knowledge that they had the support of their biggest cheerleader, (y/n).

...

As (y/n) strolled down the bustling school halls, she caught a glimpse of the distinctive jackets worn by the Aoba Johsai team. Excitement surged through her, prompting her to call out and hasten her pace, with Kenta bounding ahead to shower Kindaichi with enthusiastic kisses. The first-year struggled to maintain a serious expression as he found himself enveloped in affectionate canine adoration. Standing next to him, Iwaizumi's face flushed a vibrant shade of red, the memory of (y/n)'s earlier closeness still fresh in his mind, while Oikawa exuded his usual confidence, assuming that (y/n) was approaching them to shower him with compliments. However, his self-assured demeanor crumbled as she walked past him, heading straight for Kindaichi and Iwaizumi.

"Hey there! I'm sure you've heard the news that we'll be playing against each other tomorrow," (y/n) initiated the conversation.

"Yeah, we were impressed by your victory over Date Tech. They're not an easy team to beat," Iwaizumi mumbled, hoping that his face had returned to its normal color.

"Speaking of that, we were curious about your conversation with your ace during the match. It seemed like you were giving him tips," Kindaichi inquired.

A mischievous smile danced on (y/n)'s lips as she replied, "Well, I can't reveal all my secrets just yet. That would spoil the fun." She winked playfully at the first-year, causing the entire team to nearly faint from the sheer impact of her action.

Oikawa, who had finally recovered from his initial shock, saw (y/n) winking at his teammate—a gesture that inexplicably stirred a peculiar pang in his stomach. Growling playfully, he stepped forward, wrapping an arm around (y/n).

"You're absolutely right. It's much more exciting to discover little pieces of you, (y/n)-chan," Oikawa chimed in, attempting to regain his composure.

Moments later, chaos ensued as Kenta flailed and tried to free himself from Oikawa's grip. The setter, still determined, wrapped his arms around (y/n), seeking refuge behind her smaller figure. With an exasperated expression, (y/n) attempted to pry him away, but her efforts proved futile.

Witnessing this scene, Iwaizumi's anger surged at the sight of Oikawa smothering (y/n). He swiftly kicked his friend before intervening, pulling (y/n) away from Oikawa to stand between him and Kindaichi.

"Oi, Assikawa, stop smothering her. It's aggravating her dog, and then he tries to bite you," Iwaizumi reprimanded his captain.

"Iwa-chan, you're so mean!" Oikawa whined, feigning hurt.

"Always as insufferable as ever," (y/n) grumbled, visibly annoyed.

"(Y/n)-chan, you're being influenced by Iwa-chan! But don't worry," Oikawa exclaimed, suddenly springing up and leaning incredibly close to her face. "I'll make you like me in no time."

"Arrogant," she mumbled in response.

Oikawa resumed his pouting, grumbling over the fact that (y/n) seemed to prefer his best friend and underclassman over him. It was a situation he had never encountered before—someone liking them more than him. But apparently, that someone was (y/n).

Sighing, (y/n) turned her attention to Kindaichi, gently taking Kenta from his arms. The pup whined at the separation, prompting (y/n) to tease the middle blocker about potentially becoming a dog-sitter. Caught up in the moment, Kindaichi eagerly agreed, even offering his phone number, oblivious to the fact that (y/n) was only joking. Nevertheless, (y/n) didn't complain, realizing that she had just secured herself a potential dog-sitter.

Giggling, (y/n) nodded appreciatively at Kindaichi, eliciting an ecstatic howl of excitement from Kenta. The noise attracted the attention of others nearby, causing them to search for the source of the commotion.

In a moment of panic, Iwaizumi swiftly pulled (y/n) close to him and Oikawa, attempting to conceal the pup from the passing workers. (Y/n)'s furry companion growled at the close proximity he had to endure with the one nicknamed Trashykawa or Assikawa.

Meanwhile, Iwaizumi and Oikawa relished the fleeting moment of holding (y/n) so intimately close to them, despite having to share her presence.

Once it was safe, (y/n) gently extricated herself from the grasp of the two third-years, placing her pup back into her bag before bidding her farewells.

"Well, I just wanted to wish you guys good luck and congratulate you on your match. I'll see you tomorrow," she announced, her voice trailing off as she started to walk away.

"Yeah, bye (y/n)-san," the Aoba Johsai team responded in unison, their voices filled with both appreciation and a hint of longing.

...

As the Aoba Johsai coaches observed the trio's close bond with (y/n) after just a single day, mischievous grins spread across their faces. They couldn't help but tease the three players, relishing in their flushed expressions and lovesick smiles.

"So, you three seem to have become quite intimate with her in such a short time. You're all smiling like love-sick puppies. Oh my, what could this mean?" one of the coaches playfully taunted, his tone dripping with amusement.

Iwaizumi, attempting to conceal his reddened face, grumbled in response, "What are you implying, coach? We're just teammates who happen to get along well."

Kindaichi, caught off guard by the teasing, began sputtering out words in a flustered manner. "N-No, it's not like that! We're just... um... friends!"

Oikawa, always brimming with self-assured confidence, confidently declared, "It's quite obvious that she likes me the most. I mean, who wouldn't?"

His remark triggered an immediate response from Iwaizumi, who lunged forward in a furious attack. "Die, Trashykawa!" he exclaimed, his frustration reaching its peak.

Oikawa's high-pitched squeals filled the air as he desperately pleaded for help. "Ah, help me! Ow, Iwa-chan, that hurts!"

Seeking an ally, Iwaizumi turned to Kindaichi, his voice laced with urgency. "Kindaichi, come on! Help me out here! He insulted you too!"

Caught in a dilemma, Kindaichi hesitated, torn between loyalty to his senpai and the desire to put Oikawa in his place. "I... I don't know, Iwaizumi-senpai. He's still my senpai..."

"But I'm your senpai too! And he insulted you as well!" Iwaizumi reasoned, his voice laced with exasperation.

Oikawa, desperately attempting to fend off Iwaizumi's attacks, interjected with a pained expression. "Iwa-chan, that hurt! And I can't help it if I'm better looking than you! Wahh! Not the face!"

Amidst the chaos and bickering, Kunimi couldn't help but find the entire scene amusing. He approached the coaches with a playful smirk on his face. "I think you're enjoying this a bit too much, coaches. But I have to admit, it's quite entertaining to see them in such a frenzy."

The coaches chuckled, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, it's not every day that we witness such camaraderie and friendly rivalry."

The coaches exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging the special bond forming between (y/n) and the Aoba Johsai players. As the teasing subsided, they were left with a sense of anticipation for the match the following day, eager to see how this newfound camaraderie would influence their performance on the court.

...

As (y/n) and Kenta strolled through the bustling corridors, a high-pitched, girlish scream echoed in the distance, momentarily capturing their attention. They exchanged puzzled glances, wondering about the source of the commotion.

"Hmm, that sounds interesting," (y/n) mused, her curiosity piqued. "But we have better things to do, right, Kenta?"

Kenta wagged his tail in agreement, clearly content with whatever adventure lay ahead. (Y/n) decided to follow her original plan and continue her journey back to school to met up with the Karasuno team.

"Please not the face Iwa-chan!!!"