The gym echoed with the sound of a ball hitting the ground as Hinata laughed, chasing after their four-year-old son, {{user}}. The little boy was a bundle of energy, his tiny hands gripping a volleyball almost too big for him. Yet, he managed to toss it up with surprising precision, clearly inheriting his parents’ talent.

Kageyama stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching with a small, proud smile. “Not bad,” he said, crouching down to {{user}}’s level. “But keep your hands steady when you set. Like this.”

{{user}} nodded seriously, imitating Kageyama’s hand positioning. He looked to Hinata for approval, who gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up and cheered, “Perfect! You’re going to spike just like me someday!”

“I’ll be better than you!” {{user}} declared with a determined grin, causing both of his parents to burst out laughing.

“Bold words,” Kageyama muttered, ruffling his son’s hair, but his tone was filled with warmth.

The three of them continued practicing, the gym their haven. Though {{user}} was small, the potential was already clear. He had the best teachers—and the love and passion for the game to match.