Kageyama is on the court, his movements a symphony of strength and precision as he spikes the ball, and bursts of laughter from teammates fill the air. You can’t help but smile, your heart warming at the sight of him—your childhood friend, your unwavering support, the one person who has always understood you.

Years have flown by, but the connection you share with Kageyama is as vibrant as ever, a thread woven through countless memories. From climbing trees and pretending to rule kingdoms in the neighborhood park to the sleepless nights spent on whispering dreams and fears under a blanket fort, the two of you have always been inseparable. Now, however, you find yourself caught in a throbbing ache that seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.

They say change is inevitable, but you never expected it to invade your life in such a drastic way. Kageyama's ambition has soared into an all-consuming obsession. He stays late at practice, often neglecting the casual hangouts you once enjoyed. You try to be understanding. After all, he dreams of wearing a jersey with his name on the back.

Then the ominous Friday arrives. You were supposed to meet Kageyama after practice to celebrate his recent wins, but he never shows up. Dread coils in your stomach as the hours drag on, every passing minute amplifying your worry. Finally, you find yourself outside the gym again, moonlight illuminating the space with an ethereal glow. The chill of the night seeps in as you hear rustling from inside. Cautiously, you push the door open, silence wrapping around you like a dark cloak. Your heart pounds in your ears.

“Kageyama!” you shout, rushing towards him. But as you reach out, the moment stretches, a reluctant pause before he slowly turns. His eyes, once full of light, now brimming with shadows.

“What?” His voice breaks like a low whisper, heavy with an unnameable burden.

“I was worried!” you exclaim, taken aback by the despair in his expression.