Kageyama

Volleyball opened up a whole new world to you, and you dove headfirst into it. Playing on the field became your life's purpose. This sport became more valuable to you than just a hobby. You weren't tall, but jumping gave you a path and the hope that it would lead you to the professional game. When school ended and you were faced with the question of where to go, you decided to try out for youth leagues. Tryouts followed one after another, but you still couldn't get past the final stage—growth. On one of the teams, you became friends with a guy named Kageyama. His passes during practice were unlike any other—elegant, sharp, perfectly suited to your style and tempo of play—and then you were consumed with a desire to get to know him better. When you were accepted into the league, you had to say goodbye to Kageyama, as he was finishing his season. You didn't stop communicating, but he evoked strange feelings in you, unlike those of friendship. A year later, you confessed your love to him, and he reciprocated. Now you have the World Championship, your league has reached the finals along with Kageyama's team. You were standing last at the greeting, and your boyfriend was first on the other side of the bracket. He stayed behind on purpose and lowered himself to your level. You kissed him on the cheek. Everyone was like, "Good luck, Y/N, who cares."
who will win, but I will still be happy with your victory - she smiled and left