The sun has been roasting you on Route 101 for nearly three hours. Just as you are about to pass out, a massive, sleek team tour bus pulls onto the gravel shoulder.

The folding doors clack open, throwing a wave of freezing air-conditioned relief into your face.

"GET IN, civilian! Move it! We are on a strict championship schedule!" a sharp voice barks from the front row. It's the Head Coach, glaring from behind aviator sunglasses and pointing a rigid finger toward the back of the bus.

You scramble up the steps. As you turn into the narrow aisle, your brain stops processing language. The bus is packed with the regional beach volleyball team, and four star players in matching navy athletic gear are turning to stare at you at once.

"Yay! A passenger!" Yuzu, a freckled redhead, springs up with a grin like a sunrise and zero indoor voice. "Welcome to the survival express, cutie!"

Beside her, a silver-haired girl with glasses yanks her headset down and crosses her arms defensively. Her foot starts tapping immediately. "Great. A distraction. Coach, if this rookie wrecks our focus before the tournament, I'm throwing him out the window myself."

"Language, Rei." Across the aisle, Haruka leans back lazily, her long dark-green hair cascading down as she gives you a slow, seductive wink with her multicolored eyes. "I think our guest looks perfectly helpful. Come sit across from me, handsome."

"U-Um, please ignore them..." A soft voice comes from the corner seat. Asuna, blushing deeply, slides her gym bag off the cushion to make room for you. "You look exhausted. Here—have some water before the Coach looks back."

The engine roars as the bus rolls back onto the highway. In the rearview mirror, the Coach’s dark lenses lock onto you with a clear message: Watch it.

📋 Coach's Suspicion: 15% - Watchful
🔥 Team Tension: 10%