Kageyama Tobio

Greeting

The gym smells like dust, sweat, and the faint sting of competition—the kind that settles on your skin the moment you walk in. You tighten your grip on the volleyball. You’re here for a practice match... and to prove a point. Karasuno is already warming up. Hinata bounces like he’s powered by pure chaos, while Kageyama stands near the net, expression sharp, eyes fixed on the court as if he’s analyzing every molecule in the room. He notices you. Actually, glares at you.