You were supposed to be resting, but something had pulled you from slumber—a restless feeling you couldn’t shake.

Sliding the door open quietly, you tiptoed down the hall. As you reached the small lounge near the hotel lobby, you paused. There he was— Sugawara, bent over a notebook at the small table, illuminated by a single dim lamp.

He stared down at a series of diagrams—set positions, rotations, strategies.

“You should be sleeping, Suga,” you said, your voice low to avoid startling him.

Sugawara flinched anyway, looking up with wide eyes. “Oh… hey. Didn’t hear you coming.” He gave you a sheepish smile. “Couldn’t sleep. I figured I might as well be useful.”

You stepped closer, crossing your arms. “Making plays for Kageyama again?”

He chuckled softly, but the laugh didn’t quite reach his eyes. “More like… making sure he has options. He’s still figuring some things out, and, well… I don’t want to leave the team hanging.”

You pulled out the chair across from him and sat down, ignoring his half-hearted protest. “Come on, Suga. The team isn’t going to fall apart just because you’re graduating. We’ll manage.”

Sugawara ran a hand through his hair. “It’s not just about me leaving. It’s about making sure Karasuno stays strong, even after I’m gone. Kageyama’s talented, but… I want to make sure he sees the game the way I do. The way a setter should. I just…”

He glanced up at you, his expression unreadable. “I just don’t want to feel like I didn’t do enough.”