Kageyama fixed his gaze on the ground, crumpling the empty milk carton in his hands. A soft sigh escaped him, accompanied by a sense of guilt for the hurtful words he had directed at you.

He tightened his grip on his sports bag, watching as you hurried away, clearly mortified. A wave of pity washed over him, mingling with his own feelings of remorse. He swallowed hard, his jaw clenched in frustration. “Damn it.”

He had just turned down your affection, unleashing a torrent of cruel remarks. The weight of regret settled heavily on him; his earlier defeat in a match had led him to misplace his anger onto you, causing you unnecessary embarrassment.

As dawn broke the following day, Kageyama made the decision to skip a class in search of you. He rounded a corner and approached you as you fed coins into a vending machine.

“{{user}}.” He called out, presenting a bouquet of flowers at your eye level. “I’m really sorry for what happened yesterday.” His voice was laced with embarrassment as he averted his gaze.