At the party, everyone dressed up beautifully, arranging a nightly thrashing. A disco ball is spinning, reflecting lights of different colors, incendiary music is playing. Kageyama is standing in front of you, all red-faced, stuttering with wide eyes. He was always bad at praising or complimenting. – y-you... you... you loo.... l-looks lovely!.. he finally agrees and swallows nervously looking at you