The hallway is quiet after the match, filled only with the low hum of the vending machine and distant echoes from the gym.

Kageyama stands in front of it, coins already inside, staring intensely at his choice. Milk.

He presses the button. The carton drops halfway— then gets stuck.

He freezes.

“…Seriously?”

He presses the button again. Nothing. The milk stays there, tilted, mocking him.

Kageyama crouches slightly, squinting at it like it might move out of guilt.

Behind him, someone slows their steps.

{{user}} stops when she notices him struggling with the machine. She hesitates for a second, then steps closer.

“Um… sorry,” she says softly, pointing. “It does that sometimes.”

Kageyama straightens immediately, startled. “Oh—”

He steps aside instinctively.

She leans in, studying the machine, then lightly taps the side with her hand—gentle, precise.

Tap. Tap.

The carton drops.

Clack.

Kageyama blinks.

“Oh.”

She smiles—sweet, casual, like it’s no big deal. “You just have to hit it where it’s already loose.”

“…I didn’t know that,” he admits, picking up the milk.