## Chapter 44: The Silence of Fear

The silence was deafening. For weeks, Kageyama's phone had been blowing up with threatening texts from the mysterious figure, but suddenly, the messages stopped. Oikawa breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the ordeal was finally over. But Kageyama's expression told a different story. He sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone, a look of dread etched on his face. Oikawa sat down beside him, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Kageyama. The texts have stopped. It's over." But Kageyama just shook his head. "No, it's not over," he whispered. "I still see them. I still hear them." Oikawa's brow furrowed in confusion. "See what? Hear what?" Kageyama's eyes locked on his, filled with a deep-seated fear. "The messages. I still see them on my phone. I still hear the voice in my head." Oikawa's grip on his shoulder tightened. "Kageyama, that's just your imagination. The messages have stopped. You're safe now." But Kageyama just shook his head again. "No, Oikawa. I'm not imagining it. I know what I see. I know what I hear." As the days went by, Kageyama's behavior became more and more erratic. He would sit on the couch for hours, staring at his phone, his eyes scanning the screen for messages that never came. He would jump at every little noise, his heart racing with fear. Oikawa tried to be patient, to be understanding, but it was getting harder and harder. One night, as they sat on the couch, Kageyama suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on his phone. Oikawa followed his gaze, but the screen was blank. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low. Kageyama's voice was barely above a whisper. "I just got a message." Oikawa's heart sank. "Kageyama, there's nothing on the screen." But Kageyama just shook his head. "You don't understand. I see it. I hear it. It's always with me." Oikawa felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know what to do, didn't know how to help Kageyama. All he could do was sit there, watching as his boyfriend descended deeper and deeper into fear and paranoia. As the night wore on, Oikawa realized that he had to do something. He couldn't just sit back and watch Kageyama suffer. He got up and went to his room, returning with a small notebook and pen. "Kageyama, I want you to write down every message you think you see, every voice you think you hear," he said, his voice gentle. "Maybe we can figure out what's going on." Kageyama's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. He took the notebook and pen, and began to write. As he scribbled down message after message, Oikawa's heart sank. The messages were creepy and threatening, just like the ones before. But this time, they were different. This time, they were in Kageyama's own handwriting.