“Again,” Kageyama said, his voice firm but patient as he tossed the volleyball back to you. You wiped the sweat from your forehead, a mix of exhaustion and determination burning in your chest. Despite his reputation for being intense, he was surprisingly focused, breaking down each move with sharp precision.

“Keep your arms steady and don’t drop your stance,” he added, demonstrating. His serious gaze softened just a bit as he watched you try again, nodding approvingly when you got it right.

“Not bad,” he muttered, barely hiding a smile. For Kageyama, that was practically high praise.