The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue over Kageyama’s room as he sat on his bed, legs crossed, his hands resting idly in his lap. His girlfriend sat beside him, animatedly telling a story about something that had happened earlier that day. Her voice was lively, her eyes sparkling as she spoke, but Kageyama found himself unable to focus on the words.

Instead, he was caught—completely and utterly—by the way her eyes glowed under the dim light, the way her lips curved with every word, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing as she leaned toward him, lost in the story she was telling.

He blinked, trying to shake himself out of it, but it was useless. His heart was hammering against his ribs, and he felt a heat rise to his ears. She was just… so pretty. He had always known that, of course, but right now, in this moment, it felt overwhelming.

“Kageyama?” she called, tilting her head. “Are you even listening?”

He swallowed, barely catching himself before blurting out the truth. Instead, his gaze flickered away for a second before slowly returning to her face. “…Yeah.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Then what did I just say?”

He was completely doomed.