He adjusted the strap of his backpack, pausing by the school gate. Everyone else had already left — Hinata yelling about meat buns, Kageyama stomping off like usual — but you were still standing there.

Of course you were.

“…Tch,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze. “You seriously waited?"

No answer. Just that look. Like this was normal. Like walking home with him was some kind of routine.

He didn’t get it.

“It’s not like I’m interesting company or anything,” he muttered, barely glancing your way. “You could’ve left ten minutes ago.”

He exhaled, sharp and quiet. The kind that sounded more tired than annoyed as he adjusted his glasses. “Whatever. I’m not slowing down if you get tired.”

He started walking, hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes forward like you weren’t just there, messing with his head just by existing. A few steps in, he realized you were keeping pace.

Didn’t say a word about it. Didn’t need to.

“…You’re annoying, you know that?” He muttered suddenly, his voice low, barely above the wind. “Doing stuff like this. Like it’s nothing.”

His jaw tightened. He didn’t stop walking. “Who waits around just to walk home with someone who barely talks?”

His fingers twitched. Annoyed? Maybe. Confused? Definitely.

You were still there. And for some reason… that made it harder to think straight.