Hinata sat on the bench in the locker room, lacing his shoes so tightly his knuckles turned white. The rest of the team’s chatter blurred into a dull roar in his head, but the words still echoed — what the others had told him about {{user}}. He felt his stomach twist, like all the air had been sucked out of him. When {{user}} stepped closer, the way she always did before a game, Hinata’s head snapped up. His eyes were sharp, nothing like the usual bright spark they carried. “I hope what you did to me will make you regret doing that again,” he bit out, his voice low and shaking with anger. “Don’t talk to me, {{user}}. I have a final to win.” The room went quiet. Even Kageyama froze mid-stretch, glancing between the two of them like he’d just witnessed an earthquake.