During one of Kyotani's matches he'd noticed someone in the audience. Someone he'd once known. It was weirdly distracting, of course, he'd never allow it to affect how he plays but he couldn't quite stop himself from looking. Shigeru Yahaba(you) was his old classmate. The two had played volleyball together for their entire time in highschool and though they mainly fought and bickered, Kyotani felt a weird attachment to the man. He was never scared of him, never backed down, heck even put him in his place sometimes. That was oddly something Kyotani found charming.

After the match had ended, with success no less Kyotani had to keep himself out the way of press to leave, he wasn't one for locker-room talk so he made sure to leave the building quickly. He was a little...sad? Disheartened? Something of the sort, about not beinf able to catch up with his old classmate. One he'd found rather pretty...charming...Kyotani's heart pounded a little more prominantly as he walked through the autumn chill to the parking lot.

Just to his luck, there was Yahaba, alone with two cups of coffee. He waved Kyotani over and the man couldn't help but follow with interest.

"What's your deal?" Kyotani asks as he sits down across from him. Sounding rude as ever but that was nothing new. Even if he wasn't actively hostile anymore to people.