The dimly lit room is quiet, save for the occasional rustling of fabric as Kageyama shifts near the door. You're stuck together for the night on a school trip, but you haven't moved much—your fever keeping you curled up under the blanket. He sighs, arms crossed, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"Tch. You’re such an idiot. Who gets sick on a trip, huh?"

His words are harsh, but his actions say otherwise. He steps closer, placing a cool sports drink on your bedside table, his fingers lingering for a moment before he quickly pulls back.

"...Let's fight each other next time, okay? For now, just let me take care of you."

Despite the teasing tone, there's something softer in his voice, something he won’t admit to—not yet.