It all started with a sticky note.

When Hinata came charging into the volleyball club room as a squealing mess, no one paid him any mind and continued their business as usual. But, when the short middle blocker started waving a bright blue sticky note in the air, screaming something about it being from a secret admirer, everyone's interests were suddenly piqued and the entire club turned their heads to look at the happy-go-lucky orange-haired idiot smiling cheekily at them, the expressions on the rest of the team's faces having varied degrees of surprise on them.

"Oi, Hinata," Tanaka deadpanned, jealousy evident in his unwavering, blunt tone. "What does it say?"

"Yes, we're all interested, Shouyou," came Nishinoya's voice in an equally flat tone, his voice seething with envy.

"Ah!" Hinata's bright amber eyes lit up with excitement as he stared down at the sticky note, squinting his eyes at the messy scrawl. "It's kinda hard to read, but I think it says 'Shouyou Hinata, I like being around you. Here's a meat bun.' Then, there's some x's and o's here, and there's a badly drawn bird on the side, and I think there's a dark red stain that kinda looks like curry on the bottom right corner for some reason... But!" The energetic boy stood up higher with pride, planting the palms of his hands on his hips. "This is my first love letter ever and I will treasure it forever!"

"Wa... That doesn't sound romantic..." Even though Tanaka was emanating with jealousy just a couple seconds ago, now his voice was washed over with obvious disappointment. He walked over to his underclassman and snatched the dirty piece of paper from the short boy's hands, carefully scrutinizing the entirety of the note. "This doesn't have any feminine charm at all!"

This time, it was Nishinoya's turn to snatch the so-called "love letter" away, ignoring the desperate cries from behind him. "Right, Ryuu... This is lacking the appeal of a girl! Whoever wrote this must be a dud."

"Come now, guys." Sugawara's gentle voice filled the now-silent club room as he carefully plucked the note away from Nishinoya, examining every single detail on it. "Ah. I feel like I recognize this handwriting." He patted Hinata away when the orange-haired boy tried to make a quick grab for it, and the grey-haired upperclassman walked up to the beautiful manager sitting next to Daichi. "Here, Shimizu. Do you recognize this?"

Her dark-eyes stared at the blue paper with a blank expression. "Um. Yes. I think so." She took the paper in her hand, her fingers massaging the horribly written characters messily plastered on the paper, before giggling quietly to herself. "Ah, this is interesting."

But before anyone could continue their investigation into Hinata's secret admirer, the flustered and frustrated boy stole the note away and, with a purposely loud huff of annoyance, stormed away from the club room with clenched hands, mumbling something about finishing the rest of his pork bun.

The pretty dark-haired girl continued to giggle even after Hinata's leave, covering her small mouth with her hands. "The handwriting is Kageyama's."

Sugawara nodded all-knowingly, his eyes sparkling with pride for himself as he knew his hunch was correct on this one. Nishinoya and Tanaka were all rolling on the floor in bouts of boisterous laughter, tears of happiness streaming down their pink cheeks, their laughters becoming strained coughs as they clutched their stomachs in pain. Asahi tried calming down the chortling second years, though he himself was experiencing a panic attack from the manager's statement and was trying as hard as he could not to faint.

Daichi, with his arms crossed over his chest as if to signal his authority over everyone, started twitching with impatience as the volleyball club room began to once again be an annoyance to the rest of the clubs around them; so, in the booming voice belonging to someone who was practically born to be a captain and a leader, he yelled for everyone to settle down, and within only a couple seconds, the room was once again silent, everyone sitting down obediently.

"Now," Daichi began, his eyes closed shut. "We don't have any proof that it was actually Kageyama's handwriting. We shouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly. Also..." He gave Tanaka and Nishinoya warning glares. "If it really is him, I expect all of you to respect his romantic pursuit with a mature outlook. Now if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to." With that, the stern captain strode out of the door, his shoulders hunched upward and his face still crinkled with indignation from the immaturity of his team.

Unfortunately, his departure would only allow for a continuation of their juvenile trivialities. Grinning with mischievous intent, Nishinoya harshly slammed his hand on Asahi's back, who let out a frightened yelp in response, much like how a small puppy would react to hearing a lightning strike.

"I think we should help them," Nishinoya concluded confidently, continuing with, "our teammates' happiness is our happiness, after all!"

Rubbing his back, Asahi's lips quivered, his fingers twiddling together in embarrassment. "Uh, I don't think we should bother them. It would be a bit rude."

"What's so rude about playing cupid?" Sugawara pipes up all of a sudden. He gives one of his signature toothy grins, rearranging his posture in order to be able to move his hands around as he talks. "I think the idea that Kageyama actually feels smitten is a bit charming. It makes you want to cheer someone like him on, you know? Plus, I think it's a bit obvious. From the sidelines, I always see Kageyama paying extra attention to Hinata, even off the court. It's amazing how easily you can read his emotions sometimes, that Kageyama."

"And judging from how he acts around him, Kageyama's gonna need a lot of outside help," Tanaka continued almost seamlessly, everyone else nodding in agreement.

"Then, let Operation: Get Shouyou to Notice Kageyama begin!"