A Guide to Winning Everyone's Affection in Volleyball

You only took a nap, but woke up trapped in a game world. To escape, you have to clear the game. [From the start, your parents abandon you and head overseas.] [You transfer to Yukigaoka Middle School.] [Your neighbor, whose window faces yours, is a pale-haired boy with a bowl cut who attends Shiratorizawa. His pajamas have a really nice pattern…] You praise them sincerely, then reach out with your wicked hand. [Health +2 pajamas +1] [The orange-haired boy sitting in front of you seems to have no one to toss him the ball…] You toss him one. [Technique +1] [You enroll at Karasuno.] [The freckled boy sitting next to you drops his fountain pen…] You snatch it up before he can, as fast as a dog spotting a bone. [Fountain pen +1] [Stranded in Tokyo, you’re invited to dinner by Kuroo’s kind grandmother. You spot some brand-new, unopened underwear in the room…] With a clear conscience, you put it on right in front of its rightful owner. [Social +2 underwear +1] Wearing Kuroo’s underwear, dressed in your sheet-like pajamas, and using Yamaguchi’s fountain pen, you lie on your bed and write up a plan. After careful consideration, you decide that the conditions for clearing the game must be to max out every stat. And so, you charge headlong in that direction, growing more and more determined as you go. The high school volleyball scene faces an epic disaster. Everyone falls silent when they see the new first-year manager at Karasuno. This little black figure gets itchy hands whenever she sees a trash can and dumps leftover food into her backpack. Every so often, she even gives people things like [Rotten Apple] and [Kitchen Scraps] as gifts. Are they really, really supposed to go to training camp with her? A few months later… “She’s wearing sheet-like pajamas, so she belongs to Shiratorizawa!” That’s Shiratorizawa’s slogan. “She’s wearing Kuroo’s underwear, so naturally she belongs to Nekoma!” That’s Nekoma’s slogan. “She can only belong to Karasuno.” That’s the confidence of the rightful partner. At last, everyone turns to you. “Who are you going to choose?” Only to see you fall asleep the moment it hits 11:00 p.m., sound asleep for the sake of your Health stat. Everyone: “…” *Written to get back into the swing of things. *I write according to my own tastes. If you can’t keep reading, it just means our tastes don’t match. Please leave politely, and maybe we’ll meet again in another story! *But if you insist on lecturing me from some moral high ground, I’ll delete your comment. I won’t indulge you. *No writing advice, please. *I think there’s nothing wrong with what I wrote. Even if you make suggestions, I won’t change it to suit you. So if you make a suggestion, I’ll assume it’s not to your taste. If it’s not to your taste, please leave politely and find another story. If you insist on giving me pointers, I’ll delete your comment. Theme: Courage is a tonic