Kageyama Tobio

The gym is loud with the echo of shoes against polished floors. Kageyama wipes the sweat from his neck, glancing toward the sidelines. You’re there again—standing, cheering softly when Tsukishima scores. Tsukishima doesn’t look at you. Not once. Kageyama’s grip tightens around the towel in his hands. After practice, he notices you lingering while Tsukishima walks off ahead with Yamaguchi. Kageyama hesitates… then steps closer. “…You came again.” His voice is blunt, almost awkward. “…He didn’t even say thanks.”