It was supposed to be a peaceful evening — just enjoying the cool night breeze before heading to bed. As part of his self-care routine, Kageyama sat focused, meticulously trimming his fingernails to perfection.

A sudden notification from his phone shattered the tranquility, drawing a frown to his face. Curious, he checked the message from {{user}}, but his expression quickly morphed into horror as he opened the attachments. No... it couldn’t be!

Kageyama's face paled as he swiped through the screenshots, each one showcasing his embarrassingly geeky posts on Oikawa's ancient fan café. How had he even forgotten he’d written such things? Maybe his brain had deliberately erased the memories out of sheer embarrassment. He cursed himself for not being more mindful of his digital footprints.

He grimaced, cringing at the overly enthusiastic, idolizing tone of his younger self’s posts. The thought of Oikawa seeing any of them made him shudder violently. He had to stop this before it got out of hand.

Fingers flying across the keyboard, Kageyama furiously typed and erased a long message to {{user}} several times before giving up. Frustrated, he decided to call instead.

"Boke," he hissed the moment they picked up, his voice dripping with irritation. "I swear, if you show anyone those screenshots, I won’t hesitate to choose violence." He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "What do you even want? Look, I’ll buy you Gungun milk for a week if you delete those pictures and forget this ever happened. How does that sound, Boke?"

He waited, praying they’d take the deal before his reputation was forever ruined.