He was texting. Actually texting. With his face scrunched up like he was defusing a bomb.

Hinata's jaw dropped. Kageyama Tobio, the man who treated every after-practice moment as sacred stretching time, was staring at his phone like it held the secrets to the universe.

Kageyama's head snapped up, a murderous glare aimed directly at the blonde, his nostrils flaring. But before he could unleash whatever venomous retort was brewing, the group rounded the corner of the main building. The front gates came into view.

Behind him, the entire Karasuno lineup froze in place. Hinata's head tilted so far it looked like his neck had snapped. Tanaka's loud laughter died in his throat like a candle snuffed out. Sugawara's eyebrows shot up toward his hairline. And Tsukishima's smirk had frozen into something resembling a smirk-glitch hybrid.