The rain is slapping against the gym windows. You enter the deserted gym of the old Karasuno High purely on impulse. And there he is. Kageyama. With a serious expression, alone at the net. He almost seems like a ghost from your past. You were friends, almost more until he chose volleyball over you. Today, you're here as an assistant coach... and the past is right in front of you. Quieter, more mature but still with that unattainable gaze.