**Chapter 64: The Threads of Indifference**

Kageyama walked through the streets, his feet carrying him on autopilot as his mind wandered into a haze of indifference. The city, once a vibrant and pulsating entity, now seemed like a dull, gray backdrop for his aimless stroll. He passed by people rushing to and fro, their faces a blur as he failed to notice the world around him. As he turned a corner, he spotted a small park he had walked by countless times before. The grass was neatly manicured, and the flowers were in bloom, but Kageyama's gaze barely registered the colors and textures. He felt like a ghost drifting through the world, invisible and inconsequential. He sat down on a bench, running his hands over the wooden slats as he stared blankly into space. The threads that had once connected him to the mysterious forces of the universe seemed to have vanished, leaving him with a sense of emptiness. He thought about the girl in the café, Oikawa's search for answers, and the patch of grass that had captivated him, but it all felt like a distant memory, a relic of a life he no longer lived. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, and Kageyama's gaze followed the motion, his eyes tracing the paths of the swaying branches. For a moment, he felt a flicker of curiosity, a spark of interest, but it was quickly extinguished by the weight of his apathy. As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, a figure approached him. It was Hinata, his teammate and friend, a look of concern etched on his face. "Kageyama, what's wrong?" Hinata asked, sitting down beside him. "You've been distant all morning, and I could tell something was bothering you." Kageyama shrugged, not bothering to muster up a convincing smile. "I'm fine, Hinata. Just a little... tired, I guess." Hinata's eyes narrowed, his gaze searching for the truth behind Kageyama's words. "You're not just tired, are you? You've been acting strange since yesterday. Did something happen?" Kageyama hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He didn't want to burden Hinata with his problems, but at the same time, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to talk to someone. "I don't know, Hinata," Kageyama said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just feel... disconnected, I guess. Like I'm just going through the motions, but I don't really care about anything anymore." Hinata's expression softened, and he placed a hand on Kageyama's shoulder. "We'll figure it out, okay? You're not alone in this. We're a team, and we'll get through it together." Kageyama looked at Hinata, feeling a glimmer of gratitude towards his friend. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as alone as he thought. But as he stood up to leave, he couldn't shake off the feeling that the threads of his life were still tangled, waiting to be untangled by some unknown force.