As the car rolled into the school parking lot, Keishin stood there, anticipation etched across his face. His eyes lit up with delight as he caught sight of (y/n) emerging from the vehicle, crutches in hand, determination gleaming in her eyes.

"Finally back, Jinx!" Keishin greeted her with a playful grin, reaching out to ruffle her hair in a brotherly manner. His touch was met with a swift retaliation as (y/n) swatted his hand away, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.

"Hey, hands off,!" she retorted, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm back and better than ever! Managed to get some work done too! Just look at these."

She triumphantly pulled out a stack of notes and papers from her bag, showcasing her efforts. Keishin's gaze shifted from her face to the contents of her hands, a mixture of pride and gratitude swelling within him.

"Great work!" Keishin complimented, genuine admiration lacing his words. "This will really help the team. You're truly something, Jinx."

There was a profound sense of gratitude that Keishin held for his sister. While he rarely expressed it openly, he treasured the fact that she had chosen to lend her expertise to the boys' team instead of pursuing her own path in the girls' team. It was an unspoken acknowledgment of her selflessness, her unwavering commitment to the sport they both held dear.

In that moment, their eyes locked, and a silent understanding passed between them—a bond that transcended words. Keishin knew that (y/n) had the potential to achieve great things, not only as a player but also as a mentor and guide to her teammates. And though he might never admit it aloud, he was grateful beyond measure for her presence and the impact she had on their volleyball family.

With a lopsided grin, Keishin's voice softened as he spoke. "You know, Jinx, I'm glad you're part of this team. Your dedication and passion, it's inspiring. Don't ever forget that."

And as they made their way towards the gym, the echoes of their laughter filled the air, a testament to the unbreakable bond of family, fueled by their shared love for the game they cherished.

Hobbling into the gymnasium, the vibrant atmosphere engulfed (y/n) as the familiar sounds of squeaking shoes and volleyballs hitting the ground filled the air. A contagious glee bubbled within her, causing her to emit a delighted squeal. The moment her eyes locked with Bokuto's, his enthusiasm erupted into a joyous cry, amplifying the excitement that reverberated throughout the gym.

Like a wave, the rest of the team caught sight of (y/n) and surged forward, their steps propelled by concern and anticipation. Yaku and Sugawara, assuming their roles as the team's guardians, swiftly swatted away their teammates, creating a protective bubble around (y/n). Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Yamamoto growled in a mock defensive stance, ready to fend off anyone who dared to encroach upon their injured teammate.

With great care, they guided (y/n) to the bench, ensuring she was comfortably seated. However, their efforts to guard her were short-lived as the rest of the team swarmed around her once more, their inquiries pouring out in an eager torrent. 

Hinata, Lev, and Inuoka couldn't contain their curiosity and bombarded (y/n) with a flurry of questions about the accident. Their wide-eyed enthusiasm was palpable as they leaned in, eager to hear every detail. Meanwhile, Kageyama's usually composed demeanor faltered, and his gaze nervously swept over (y/n), concern etched across his face. It was clear that he was deeply worried about her well-being, his usual stoicism giving way to a flicker of vulnerability.

Daichi and Ennoshita swiftly joined Sugawara and Yaku in their collective mission to ensure (y/n)'s comfort. With unwavering determination, they meticulously arranged cushions and pillows around her, creating a makeshift nest of support. Meanwhile, Yamaguchi stepped forward, his gentle nature shining through as he carefully aided Tsukishima in elevating (y/n)'s injured leg, taking extra care to position it at a comfortable angle.

Yachi, Kiyoko, and the other dedicated team managers sprung into action, exhibiting their organizational prowess. Yachi gracefully took charge of (y/n)'s notes, delicately arranging them in a neat stack while jotting down important reminders. Kiyoko, with her ever-present warm smile, approached (y/n) with a tray of refreshing drinks, each one carefully selected to suit her taste preferences. The other managers seamlessly worked together, fetching ice packs and distributing them strategically, making sure that (y/n) had everything she needed to alleviate any discomfort.

Surrounded by their caring gestures, (y/n) couldn't help but feel touched and momentarily flustered by the overwhelming attention. She expressed her gratitude, yet the managers simply beamed with joy, assuring her that it was their pleasure to assist her in any way possible. Their dedication to their roles as team supporters and caretakers was evident in every gesture, fostering an atmosphere of unity and support.

"I really appreciate all of your care, but I promise I'm fine," (y/n) attempted to assure them, her voice filled with gratitude and a touch of exasperation.

However, her words fell on deaf ears as Akaashi and Bokuto managed to slip past (y/n)'s vigilant three-man guard of second-years. Akaashi, always composed and considerate, gently draped his jacket around (y/n)'s shoulders, ensuring she stayed warm and comfortable. Bokuto, overflowing with excitement, couldn't contain his affection and enveloped (y/n) in a tight embrace, exclaiming his joy at her return. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile, feeling the genuine warmth radiating from her volleyball family.

Despite her persistent reassurances, (y/n) found herself outnumbered and unable to convince her teammates that she was truly alright. They knew her well enough to see through her facade, recognizing that her injuries needed time to heal. Concerned murmurs filled the air, interwoven with genuine expressions of worry for her well-being. Each teammate took turns voicing their relief at having her back, sharing anecdotes of how much they had missed her presence both on and off the court.

"No way, Kitten," Kuroo interjected with a mischievous glint in his eyes, eager to tease (y/n) as always. "You're not getting out of this one. You're going to sit here and let me kiss you bet—"

Before Kuroo could finish his sentence, the sound of a sharp thwack reverberated through the gym, followed by his sudden collapse onto the floor. All eyes turned to Kenma, whose deceptively innocent expression did little to conceal the mischievous spark in his eyes. The team erupted in laughter and playful protests, knowing all too well that Kenma had swiftly intervened to protect (y/n) from Kuroo's playful advances.

"Kuroo, you did deserve it, though," Kenma stated matter-of-factly, his tone calm and unwavering. His words were met with a chorus of agreement from their teammates, who couldn't help but chuckle at Kuroo's antics. Kuroo, sprawled on the ground, feigned an exaggerated wounded expression while secretly relishing in the attention and playful banter.

Amidst the laughter and nods of approval, a sudden howl pierced through the gymnasium, capturing the attention of everyone present. Kenta, the lovable and loyal furry bundle, came bounding over, his tail wagging furiously and his expressive eyes filled with unmistakable joy. (Y/n) couldn't help but light up with delight as she scooped him up, enveloping him in a warm embrace. The world around them momentarily faded as they shared a special connection, their bond unbreakable.

Planting affectionate kisses on Kenta's head, (y/n) showered him with love, momentarily forgetting the presence of her teammates. The others watched on, their smiles softening as they witnessed the heartwarming interaction. The undeniable devotion between (y/n) and her furry companion served as a reminder of the unwavering support and love they found within their volleyball family.

"I'm not even surprised," Daichi sighed, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and admiration.

"Apparently, the dog trumps all," Akaashi remarked with a small smile, appreciating the unique role Kenta played in (y/n)'s life.

Keishin joined the group, his presence adding a sense of grounded wisdom to the conversation. "He refused to leave your room when you were at the hospital," he shared, his voice filled with gentle understanding. "Even now, it was hard to convince him to come here."

The realization of Kenta's unwavering loyalty and attachment tugged at (y/n)'s heartstrings. She tightened her embrace around the pup, tenderly stroking his fur as she whispered words of apology. "I'm sorry for leaving you alone, Kenta," she murmured softly, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "You mean the world to me, and I promise I'll never leave you like that again."

Kenta, seemingly understanding every word, responded with a joyful lick to (y/n)'s cheek, his tail wagging even more fervently. The team members exchanged knowing glances, their hearts warmed by the display of affection and the unbreakable bond between (y/n) and her canine companion.

Just as the commotion was settling, Nekomata, accompanied by the other coaches, approached the group, signaling that it was time for them to resume practice. Well, all but one.