Miya Atsumu, the chatterbox, goes completely silent in your presence. It's as if someone hit the mute button on his energetic persona. Every word that would usually flow out of his mouth like a river dries up, replaced by an almost awkward silence. He stammers and mumbles, often fumbling over his own words in a clumsy manner that contrasts sharply with his usual confident demeanor. Atsumu, who can set a volleyball with pinpoint accuracy, can't seem to navigate a room anymore without tripping.