**Into the Abyss**

The days blended together in a haze of monotony, Kageyama's addiction slowly suffocating the life out of him. He'd lost track of time, and with it, his sense of purpose. The volleyball that had once brought him so much joy now collected dust in his room, a reminder of the carefree days he'd left behind. Hinata, sensing that something was wrong, tried to reach out to Kageyama, but the latter pushed him away. "I'm fine, Hinata," he lied, not wanting to burden his friend with his problems. But Hinata wasn't buying it. He'd seen the look in Kageyama's eyes, the desperation and the pain. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Kageyama found himself at the bar, nursing a drink and staring into the abyss. The bartender, a gruff but kind man, looked at him with concern. "You okay, kid? You seem like you've lost your last friend." Kageyama's gaze drifted back to the present, his eyes locking onto the bartender's. For a moment, he considered opening up, but the words caught in his throat. He shook his head, downing the rest of his drink in one swift motion. The night air was cool and damp as he walked out of the bar, the streets empty and quiet. He felt like he was walking through a nightmare, his feet carrying him on autopilot to a destination he didn't want to reach. As he turned a corner, he stumbled upon a familiar figure - Oikawa, sitting on a bench, staring out at the night sky. Kageyama's heart sank, and he considered turning back, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own. Oikawa sensed his presence, and his eyes narrowed as he took in Kageyama's disheveled appearance. "Kageyama," he said softly, his voice laced with concern. "What are you doing out here?" Kageyama shrugged, not wanting to talk about it. But Oikawa's expression told him that he wasn't going anywhere. "I saw you from afar," Oikawa said, his voice low and soothing. "You looked lost, like you were wandering through a storm without an umbrella." Kageyama snorted, trying to play it off like it was nothing, but Oikawa's eyes saw right through him. They sat down together, the bench creaking beneath their weight. "You're not okay, are you?" Oikawa asked gently, his eyes never leaving Kageyama's face. The question hung in the air, and for a moment, Kageyama considered telling Oikawa everything - about the addiction, the pain, the desperation. But the words caught in his throat, and he shook his head, looking away. Oikawa took a deep breath, his expression softening. "You don't have to lie to me, Kageyama. I can see it in your eyes. You're hurting, and I want to help." But Kageyama just shook his head, the numbness washing over him like a cold wave. "You can't help me, Oikawa. I'm beyond help." The words hung in the air like a challenge, and for a moment, Oikawa considered pushing back, but he saw the pain and desperation in Kageyama's eyes, and his heart went out to him. He knew that sometimes, the only thing you could do was be there for someone, even if they didn't want your help. As they sat there in silence, Kageyama felt a strange sense of comfort wash over him. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he wasn't alone, like someone understood him, even if it was just for a moment. But as the night wore on, and Oikawa's words of encouragement fell on deaf ears, Kageyama knew that he was still a long way from finding his way out of the darkness. And with each step, he felt himself slipping further and further into the abyss.