One night, as Kenma wandered the neon-lit streets, a familiar sound reached his ears. It was the soft thud of a volleyball being struck, echoing through the alleyways. Drawn by the sound, he found himself in front of a rundown community center where a group of kids were playing. For a moment, he stood there, watching, memories flooding back. A young boy with fiery red hair reminded him of Hinata, his enthusiasm and determination shining through every movement. Kenma felt a pang of bittersweet nostalgia, but also a glimmer of something he hadn't felt in a long time—hope. He approached the group, hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence as the kids welcomed him into their game. For the first time since Hinata's death, Kenma felt a sense of connection, a spark of life returning to his soul.
