The day to embark on their highly anticipated tournament arrived with an unexpected haste, catching (y/n) off guard. The morning air was crisp as she hastily gathered her belongings, a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation fluttering in her chest. The soft glow of dawn kissed the edges of the sky, creating a serene backdrop for the bustling activity that unfolded within (y/n)'s modest abode.

As she darted around her room, carefully selecting her volleyball gear and ensuring nothing crucial was left behind, the melodic jingling of a dog collar reached her ears. Kenta, her loyal canine companion, lay sprawled out on the comfort of her bed, groggily observing her preparations. A playful glint lingered in his eyes, a testament to the shared enthusiasm for the day's journey.

Their journey towards the living room was punctuated by the soft padding of Kenta's paws against the hardwood floor, a rhythmic symphony accompanying their every step. The living room, adorned with volleyball paraphernalia and memories of countless practice sessions, welcomed them into its familiar embrace. Keishin, the stalwart coach, stood by the doorway, his eyes scanning the room for the team members assembling for the impending departure.

As (y/n) and Kenta approached, Keishin turned towards them with a knowing grin. "Ready for the big day, Jinx?" he inquired, a mixture of pride and encouragement lacing his words.

Nodding in affirmation, (y/n) replied, "Absolutely, Nii-chan. Kenta and I are all set for the journey. Let's make it a memorable tournament!"

The trio made their way to the school grounds, the rising sun casting long shadows as if bidding the team farewell on their quest for victory. The air buzzed with a palpable energy, a blend of excitement and determination that fueled the team's collective spirit. The school grounds, usually serene in the early hours, now teemed with animated conversations as teammates exchanged pre-tournament banter and well-wishes.

With a fond smile, (y/n) gently scooped up the drowsy pup, nestling him snugly within the confines of her favorite jacket. The warmth emanating from the garment served a dual purpose – not only to shield Kenta from the early morning chill but also to provide a comforting cocoon for the devoted furry friend.

With Kenta comfortably settled in her arms, (y/n) found herself amidst a sea of camaraderie, the anticipation of the challenges ahead weaving through the air. As they waited for the rest of the team to gather, conversations ebbed and flowed, a chorus of laughter and shared anecdotes setting the stage for the thrilling journey that lay ahead.

The rhythmic hum of the bus engine served as the overture to a journey filled with anticipation, camaraderie, and a dash of chaos. As each member of the team arrived, the vibrant energy of the upcoming tournament permeated the air. The boys, as predictable as ever, engaged in a lively debate over the coveted seat next to (y/n).

"Hey, (y/n)-san, you know I'm the lucky charm. Sitting next to me practically guarantees a win," Tanaka declared with a boisterous grin, elbowing Hinata out of the way.

Hinata, undeterred, shot back, "But I've got the energy! I'm practically a human lightning bolt. No one can resist my good vibes!"

Nishinoya, ever the dramatic libero, leaped into the conversation, "Guys, guys! Picture this: (y/n)-san sandwiched between the power of Tanaka and the speed of Hinata. Unstoppable, right?"

Amidst the banter, Tsukishima chimed in with his characteristic dry humor, "Don't forget you're also squeezing out any chance of personal space for her."

Kageyama, not one for subtlety, asserted, "She should sit next to me. I've got the best view of the game strategy."

Meanwhile, (y/n) observed the spectacle with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "You guys never change, do you?" she chuckled, earning a sheepish grin from Tanaka and a defiant pout from Hinata.

Kiyoko, sensing an opportunity to diffuse the situation, linked arms with (y/n) and Yachi. "Come on, let's avoid the chaos and find a cozy spot in the back," she suggested with a knowing smile.

The trio found themselves propelled onto the bus, settling into the back seat with a shared smile that acknowledged the absurdity of the situation.

The boys, engrossed in their ongoing dispute, were blissfully unaware of the girls' strategic retreat. It took a resonant shout from Keishin to snap them out of their reverie, a reminder that time was of the essence if they aimed to compete in the tournament. With sheepish expressions, the boys hastily made their way onto the bus, their banter lingering in the air like an echo of camaraderie.

As the wheels of the bus began to turn, the landscape outside morphed into a blur, and the journey unfolded with a momentum that mirrored the team's shared determination. In the back, the three girls, unfazed by the lingering echoes of the boys' protests, decided to make the most of the ride. A consensus emerged, and soon, the soft glow of a movie screen illuminated their faces, temporarily eclipsing the world outside.

Meanwhile, the energetic trio of Hinata, Tanaka, and Nishinoya couldn't contain their excitement. Their shouts echoed through the bus, causing Kenta, who had been peacefully napping, to jolt awake. The pup's startled expression earned immediate apologies from the exuberant trio, while (y/n) shot them a disapproving look, a silent warning to keep the noise in check.

As the bus approached its stop, Daichi assumed the role of the team's guiding force. His voice cut through the buzz of conversations as he outlined the day's schedule. A collective hush fell over the bus, the team hanging onto his every word. The plan was to drop off their belongings at the hotel before heading to the gym for a pre-tournament workout.

However, Daichi, ever the responsible captain, added a stern warning against any shenanigans in the hotel. His gaze, tinged with a subtle threat, was directed pointedly at the trio of Hinata, Tanaka, and Nishinoya. The unspoken understanding was clear – focus was paramount, and any deviations from the plan would not be tolerated.

Once they arrived at the hotel, a looming structure that seemed to hold the echoes of bygone eras, it presented itself as both a refuge and an enigma. The worn facade hinted at years of stories etched into its walls, making it an unintentional relic of time. Tanaka, the irrepressible firecracker of the team, wasted no time vocalizing his thoughts.

"Whoa, this place looks like it's straight out of a horror movie! I bet it's haunted!" Tanaka's declaration echoed through the lobby, an announcement met with the eager nods of Hinata and Nishinoya, who were quick to jump on the ghost-hunting bandwagon.

Excitement ignited in their eyes as they proposed an impromptu exploration, ready to uncover the secrets this aging hotel harbored. However, their enthusiasm collided headfirst with the force of Daichi's stern countenance. The captain's disapproving glare was enough to quell any notions of paranormal adventure, effectively silencing the trio.

Unfazed by the boys' antics, (y/n) couldn't suppress a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She rolled her eyes playfully, finding amusement in their eagerness to transform the mundane into the extraordinary. With a shake of her head, she sauntered past the would-be ghostbusters and into the hotel.

The lobby, though dimly lit and adorned with aging furnishings, exuded a peculiar charm. As (y/n) made her way to the reception, the creaking floorboards beneath her feet seemed to whisper tales of countless visitors who had crossed its threshold. The air held a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity, creating an ambiance that heightened the anticipation for the tournament ahead.

Assigned to share a room with Yachi and Kiyoko, (y/n) felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of another sleepover with her close friends. The prospect of bonding and laughter echoed in their steps as they ascended the slightly rickety staircase to their quarters. Each creak of the stairs added to the hotel's peculiar charm, a reminder of the shared experiences that awaited them within its aging walls.

Entering the room, the girls found a cozy haven amidst the hotel's antiquity. The creaking floorboards transitioned to the muted hum of conversation as they settled in. The air buzzed with the warmth of friendship, casting aside the hotel's worn appearance in favor of the shared memories they were destined to create. The excitement for the tournament mingled with the joy of companionship, setting the stage for a night that promised both adventure and camaraderie.

After settling into their room, the anticipation for the upcoming tournament still lingering in the air, it was time to transition from the charm of the aged hotel to the familiar echoes of the gym. The team gathered, a mosaic of determination etched on each face, ready to immerse themselves in the realm of practice.

Keishin and (y/n) had meticulously devised a set of exercises, tailored to hone the team's strengths and address any potential weaknesses. The gym, a familiar battleground, witnessed the symphony of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, volleyballs being skillfully served, and the echo of Coach Keishin's stern yet motivating directives.

As the drills progressed, the gym transformed into a crucible of dedication and unity. Each member, driven by the shared goal of triumph at the tournament, gave their all, the rhythmic pulse of teamwork resonating through every synchronized movement.

After a tiring but gratifying practice session, the team made their way back to the hotel, a sense of camaraderie palpable in their fatigued yet satisfied expressions. The evening held the promise of relaxation, but Coach Keishin had one more surprise in store to fuel the team's spirit.

Keishin, ever the strategist, had enlisted the help of a friend to compile a tape showcasing the best moments of each player. The purpose was clear – to unleash a torrent of inspiration and nostalgia that would serve as fuel for their impending matches. The team gathered in a makeshift viewing area within the hotel, the anticipation thickening as the tape began to roll.

As the reel spun, the gym's echoes were replaced by the cheers, victories, and unforgettable plays that had defined the journey of the Karasuno team. The room resonated with laughter and exclamations as the guys relived their triumphs, their eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and determination. Even (y/n), as she joined them, found herself immersed in the contagious enthusiasm, witnessing moments from before her arrival that underscored the team's resilience and growth.

The camaraderie forged in the gym extended to the shared memories flickering on the screen. The tape became a testament to the bonds that transcended victories and defeats, weaving together the tapestry of their collective journey. As the last frame flickered, a renewed energy surged through the team, ready to carry the echoes of their best moments into the tournament ahead.

After the movie, the team dispersed, and a calm settled over the hotel. Daichi, burdened with captain's responsibilities, excused himself to attend a meeting with Coach Keishin. A touch of weariness lined his expression, a testament to the weight of leadership he bore. Spotting (y/n) in the midst of the post-movie dispersal, Daichi approached her.

"Hey, (y/n)-san, mind keeping an eye on the problem children while I'm in the meeting?" he asked, a hint of both trust and exasperation in his eyes.

But (y/n), with a mischievous smile, declined the offer. "Sorry, Daichi-senpai. I promised Kiyoko-senpai and Yachi a girls' night. Ennoshita-senpai might be a better choice," she suggested with a playful wink.

Heading toward her shared room with Kiyoko and Yachi, (y/n) grabbed a handful of snacks from the kitchen, adding a touch of indulgence to the impending girls' night. However, before she could retreat, Ennoshita's voice interrupted her stroll.

"(Y/n)-san! Wait up!" Ennoshita called out, a look of concern etched on his face. He explained that Kageyama and Hinata, ever the energetic duo, expressed a desire to go on a run. Not fully trusting their sense of direction, he asked if (y/n) could accompany them.

Once again, (y/n) shook her head with a laugh, "Sorry, Ennoshita-senpai. It's girls' night tonight. Maybe you can convince Tsukishima to join them?"

As she continued on her way, Tanaka and Nishinoya, eavesdropping on the conversation, caught the phrase 'girls' night.' Their eyes widened, and mischievous grins spread across their faces as they indulged in vivid fantasies about what the trio of girls could be up to.

Ennoshita, with a slight sweatdrop, wished (y/n) a good night and turned his attention to Tsukishima, who shot him a disdainful look.

Laughing at Tsukishima's disgruntled expression, (y/n) finally reached the room where the girls' night awaited. With snacks strewn across the bed, the three of them settled into the cozy atmosphere.

They began with the playful ritual of doing each other's nails, exchanging stories, and venturing into random topics that traversed the spectrum from volleyball antics to personal musings.

As the evening progressed, they decided to indulge in the hotel's amenities, opting for a relaxing bath. In the warmth of the water, the conversation flowed, and the topic shifted to Kiyoko's leggings. The revelation that she wore them to conceal scars from her track and field days sparked a moment of vulnerability, deepening the bond between the friends.

The night wore on, stories intertwined, and laughter resonated through the room. The anticipation for Karasuno's first match added a layer of excitement to the air. Finally, as fatigue claimed them, the trio nestled into their beds, the echo of shared stories and the promise of tomorrow's match lulling them into a restful slumber.