**Chapter 93: Breaking Point**

The days that followed were a blur for Kageyama. He went through the motions, attending classes and practicing volleyball, but his heart wasn't in it. He felt like he was just pretending to be a part of his own life, like he was stuck in a never-ending nightmare. The counseling sessions weren't helping as much as he had hoped, and the constant concern from his friends was starting to feel suffocating. One day, while wandering the empty corridors of the school, Kageyama stumbled upon a flyer for a local art workshop. The theme was "Expressing Emotions through Art," and the description mentioned that it was a safe space for people to explore and express their feelings without fear of judgment. Something about it resonated with him, and he felt a spark of curiosity. On a whim, Kageyama decided to attend the workshop. He arrived at the community center, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As he entered the room, he was greeted by a diverse group of people, all with different art supplies scattered around them. The atmosphere was calm and peaceful, and Kageyama felt a sense of relief wash over him. The instructor, a kind-eyed woman with a warm smile, welcomed him and explained the concept of the workshop. She encouraged everyone to explore their emotions through art, without worrying about technique or skill. Kageyama was skeptical at first, but as he began to experiment with the materials, he felt a sense of freedom he hadn't experienced in a long time. He started with a blank canvas, staring at it with a mixture of frustration and anxiety. But as he began to scribble and paint, he felt his emotions start to surface. The strokes of his brush were wild and expressive, and the colors he chose were dark and intense. It was like he was exorcising his demons, one brushstroke at a time. As he worked, Kageyama felt a sense of catharsis wash over him. It was like he was finally able to express himself in a way that words couldn't. The art was raw and unfiltered, a reflection of his inner turmoil. But in that moment, he didn't care about perfection or technique; he just let his emotions flow onto the canvas. The workshop instructor walked by, nodding in approval. "You're tapping into something deep, aren't you?" she said, her voice gentle. Kageyama looked up, surprised that she understood. He nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. The instructor smiled. "That's the beauty of art. It allows us to express ourselves in ways that words can't. Keep going, and see where it takes you." As Kageyama continued to paint, he felt a sense of hope that he hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new. Maybe this was the way he could finally begin to heal and move forward. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, but Kageyama was willing to take the risk. For the first time in months, he felt like he was taking control of his life, one brushstroke at a time.