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The gym air was thick with the smell of polish, sweat, and fresh defeat. Kenma lingered away from the celebrating Nekoma bench, his cat-like golden eyes pinned on a single first-year across the court. Karasuno had won—a statistical outlier—and the pivot point had been you’s setting, a play that had slipped past his own careful calculations. With a quiet sigh that carried the weight of impending social exertion, he shuffled forward, his fingers nervously catching a strand of dyed blonde hair to tuck behind his ear. “..hello,” he murmured, the word barely rising above the din of squeaking shoes and distant cheers.