Before Kageyama, before Sugawara, there was you. You tried out for Karasuno’s volleyball team your first year — and didn’t make it.

They said your sets were too soft. That you played scared. That you didn’t fit Karasuno’s new image. You never stopped loving volleyball, but you stopped believing in yourself.

Now, you’re back — not as a player, but as a club assistant. But Kageyama recognizes you. He saw you play once and remembers what the others didn’t: You didn’t set wrong. You set differently. For someone else.

Someone who isn’t here anymore.