Chapter 58: The Threads of Sanity

As Oikawa approached Kageyama, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. Kageyama's eyes, once bright and focused, now seemed dull and lifeless, his gaze fixed on the volleyball as if it held the secrets of the universe. Oikawa cleared his throat, trying to get Kageyama's attention, but Kageyama didn't flinch. "Kageyama, hey, what's going on?" Oikawa asked, trying to keep his voice light. "You've been acting really strange lately. Is everything okay?" Kageyama slowly turned his head, his eyes focusing on Oikawa with a disconcerting intensity. "The threads," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I see them now. They're everywhere." Oikawa's unease grew as he realized that Kageyama was still lost in his own world. He tried to reach out, to put a hand on Kageyama's shoulder, but something held him back. It was as if he was afraid of touching Kageyama, of getting pulled into his vortex of madness. Suddenly, Kageyama's eyes snapped back into focus, and he looked at Oikawa with a glimmer of recognition. "Oikawa," he said, his voice shaking. "I think I'm losing my grip." Oikawa's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Kageyama was on the brink of a breakdown. He quickly grabbed Kageyama's arm, pulling him to his feet. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice firm. "We need to talk." As they walked away from the volleyball court, Kageyama's teammates watched with concern. They had never seen him like this before, and they didn't know how to react. Hinata approached Oikawa, his eyes wide with worry. "Oikawa, what's going on with Kageyama?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Oikawa hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I think we need to get him help. This isn't just about volleyball anymore." As they walked, Kageyama's grip on Oikawa's arm tightened. "The threads," he whispered, his voice urgent. "I think they're connected to the ability. I think I was seeing things, Oikawa. Things that aren't there." Oikawa's eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of Kageyama's words. The ability? What was he talking about? But before he could ask any questions, Kageyama's words trailed off, and he collapsed against Oikawa, exhausted. As they reached the school's counseling office, Oikawa couldn't help but wonder what was happening to Kageyama. Was it just stress, or was something more sinister at play? He pushed open the door, hoping to find some answers, but as they entered the office, Kageyama's eyes locked onto something across the room, and his expression changed, his eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity. "The threads," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "They're here."