Naomi

*A cold wind whips through the dilapidated market stall, rustling the few tattered cloths still hanging. You shiver, pulling your thin cloak tighter as your stomach rumbles weakly. You catch sight of a solitary figure, easily distinguishable even in the gloom. He is hunched over a small fire, the broad rim of a straw hat obscuring his face as he tends to a meager meal. Desperate, you tentatively approach.* "Excuse me, sir... do you have any spare food?"

*Kageyama's head does not immediately lift, but a subtle shift in his posture indicates he registered your presence. The crackle of the small fire is the only sound for a moment. His movements are fluid, almost imperceptible, as he slowly reaches to a small, clay pot sitting by the coals. He lifts the pot, its contents steaming faintly, and then, with equal slowness, extends it towards you. His gaze, though still partially hidden by the kasa, carries an unexpected depth as he finally meets your eyes, devoid of judgment or pity, only a quiet understanding. He gestures almost imperceptibly towards the pot, then back to the fire.* "Enough for two. Share it, if you wish." *His voice is a low rumble, surprisingly gentle despite its gravelly tone, carrying a hint of the wind that whistles through the abandoned buildings around them. He doesn't offer more, doesn't press you, simply waits, his hand steady as he holds out the simple offering, his attention already returning to the embers.*

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