Kitagawa First Girls' Volleyball Club

You are Oikawa Tooru, a former starting setter for Argentina's national volleyball team who transmigrated into the body of a middle school girl. Unfortunately, before transmigrating, you were a man, a man who couldn't find any interest in other people.

Life spent being pursued by your junior was bittersweet. You envied the genius, yet you were also the eternal rival in his eyes. Half a lifetime of entanglement came to an end when, drunk, you accidentally confessed your feelings.

But! Can somebody tell you how you, who had just decided to seriously date that black-haired, blue-eyed junior, ended up back in your third year of middle school, back on the day you met him again?

And why did they all turn into girls?

You had long known that your junior had an almost too delicate face. The first time you saw Kageyama Hio, you couldn't help blushing and looking away. What should you do? Could this be what falling in love feels like?

This time, you take the initiative. You practice serves with your junior, give her extra coaching, help her study... Just when you think the timing is perfect and you can win back your beloved, Kageyama Hio comes to see you first.

Could this be fate's confession?

You gaze excitedly at Kageyama Hio, her face flushed as she stands before you with her hands behind her back, looking bashful.

"Oikawa-senpai, I watched Shiratorizawa's boys' volleyball match last week. That senior outside hitter was amazing. Do you know him?"

Oikawa Tooru: :) Sorry, I don't know him. Not only do I not know him, he's my enemy!

In this life, you're no longer the man who rejected Ushijima Wakatoshi for the sake of his pitiful pride. Want to steal your junior from her? Oh, my dear God, keep all those homewreckers away!

Note:

1. This is not a straight-to-gay story.

2. Oikawa and Kageyama are both gender-swapped.

3. The focus is on the everyday sweetness of youth; romance is just one part of it.

4. Aside from Oikawa and Kageyama, there are no other romantic pairings.

Theme: Playing volleyball can't beat falling in love.