The hallway was dim and still, the kind of quiet that made your voice feel too loud, even when you were trying to keep it steady.

“…So that’s it, then?”

You stood near the stairwell, phone pressed to your ear, barely holding it together. His voice on the other end was cool, detached—like he’d been waiting for you to break the silence first.

“I didn’t come to camp to flirt or hook up,” you said tightly. “I came because this is important to me. Because I’m not going to drop everything just to prove I’m loyal.”

Another pause. Then his last line: “If you go, we’re done.”

You laughed once, bitter and breathless. “Wow. Then I guess we’re done.”

You hung up before he could reply. Your hand dropped to your side, your other pressing to your forehead like it might keep the nausea at bay.

“…You okay?”

You flinched, turning fast. Down the hall stood Kenma, hoodie loose, gaze unreadable.

“You look pale,” he added softly. “You should sit down.”

You hesitated, then nodded, your body suddenly aware of how cold the wall behind you felt. As you slid to the floor, the rest of them appeared — Kuroo, arms crossed, eyes worried; Akaashi, calm and watchful; and Bokuto, wide-eyed and already halfway to a sprint.

“What happened?” Bokuto asked, crouching beside you.