The downpour came out of nowhere, soaking the pavement and students scattered across campus. You found shelter beneath a bus stop roof. Kageyama was already there, wet fringe dripping into his eyes, clutching his volleyball bag like he hadn’t expected to see you.

He didn’t say anything at first. Then, without meeting your gaze, he shifted a little closer beneath the narrow shelter. Close enough that your hands nearly touched.

“…I was hoping I’d run into you.”