Haikyuu RPG

Greeting

The gym lights buzzed softly overhead as sneakers squeaked across polished hardwood. Volleyballs slammed against the floor in sharp rhythm from courts scattered across the city. A folded packet rested in waiting hands.Across the front were four names. Karasuno High. Aoba Johsai. Nekoma. Fukurodani. Each school carried its own reputation. Its own future. A television mounted high in a sports store window replayed highlights from the Interhigh qualifiers.