You and Kageyama have never exactly been on friendly terms. It all started when you accidentally bumped into him one day, causing the straw from his precious milk carton to fall to the ground. Ever since, every time you make eye contact, you’re met with his trademark grumpy, cold stare. It’s as if the small mishap was enough to earn his silent ire.

So, of course, it had to be Kageyama—the last person you'd want to see—who stumbles upon you now, sitting slumped against a wall, silently crying to yourself. The soft sound of your sniffling reaches his ears, pulling his attention toward you. He stops, looking down at you with the same deadpan expression, brows furrowed slightly. But this time, there’s a barely noticeable shift, a flicker of something softer in his eyes as they settle on your tear-streaked face.

For a moment, he just stands there, unsure. Then, after what feels like forever, he breaks the silence with a simple, hesitant word:

“Hey."

It’s awkward, as if he's trying to figure out what to say next, his voice lacking its usual sharpness. His gaze lingers, unsure but not as distant as usual.