#miwa kageyama

[tarousbaby]

ONE FOR ME !

- KAGEYAMA TOBIO STORY

best friend's brother trope !

kinktober day one!

implied praise kink, oral, small age gap, penetration, pwp

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sypnosis

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining.

warnings: time skip! (you are 24, tobio is 20), alcohol, mentions of smoking

word count: 3973

the kageyama house had definitely seen better days, you decided, when you walked through the door.

miwa cracked a half-smile, before grimacing when she swiped some dust off the doorframe. she turns to you as you kick off your shoes, and laughs. "it just needs a bit of fixer-upping!" she argues, which earns a small giggle out of you.

"there's no task too small for me," you retort, as she leads you to the bedroom hall.

"um, so you're going to have to stay in tobio's old room, i hope that's alright," she sighs, stopping outside the farthest door. there's a few nicks in the doorframe, probably from repeated slamming of the door. it'd been a while since you'd been in there. since your senior year of high school, which was weird considering you were now throwing your graduating party for college.

"no, it's fine," you assure her, pushing the door open. it was kept clean, clearly only used on the rare occasions he chose to come home. he had a nice bed, at least, big and comfy.

you plop your bag down on his desk chair, and sit down on the bed. miwa watches, biting her lip, still unsure if you were actually okay with it. "i mean," you drawl, "it's only for a weekend, right?"

her shoulders visibly sag with relief, and she nods with a beam. "only a weekend," she assures, then her smile turns devilish, "now, i think we have a party to plan."

two days later, you're standing in the masses of people you'd met in your years of college, and some you hadn't. there's a red beer cup in your hand, and every now and then miwa pops up to thank you ten times over for helping.

you'd managed to clean the house while she went out and bought the supplies. the party had turned out just as you'd hoped, streamers and lights hanging from the banisters. miwa had even dug out her old sound system from high school.

you prefered to stand in the back, by the kitchen island, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers around you. it was easier that way, especially knowing miwa was going to get shit-faced and you'd have to be the one to clean up the majority of things.

miwa, ever the stylist, had dressed you up in honor of the night. she'd managed to convince you into wearing a tiny black skirt and a lacey white cami. true to her actual profession, she'd messed around with your hair a bit too.

now, you watched with delight as miwa made her way through the crowd, men hanging off her arms fighting for her attention as she tried to have a genuine conversation with everyone who'd attended. it was hilarious to watch her dodge them all, knowing she had a very loyal boyfriend just a few towns away.

miwa stumbled over to you, babbling the whole time. she leaned heavy against your side, sipping out of her own solo cup. she slurred your name, heavy breaths fanning across your cheek. you resist the urge to laugh at her. "hey, how's the party goin'?"

"it's alright, miwa, are you having fun?" you ask softly, smiling at her. she nods excitedly.

"i'm gonna order some more pizza," she says, pulling out her phone, "any requests?"

you contemplate for a moment. "pepperoni and mushrooms?" she wrinkles her nose, but types it into her phone along with a long list of other foods. "do you mind waiting outside for it?"

you shake your head, "not at all. you go have fun!"

she lets out a short huff, suddenly sober. "well, i want you to have fun too," she pouts. you brush her off with a wave of your head, pressing the order button on her phone.

"it's fine, miwa, really. i'm enjoying myself. i need a little air anyway."

"if you say so," she mumbles, before perking at the call of her name. she giggles out a goodbye before running off to the person who'd called for her. you sigh with a soft shake of your head.

outside is cool, the summer air warm and hazy, but the wind cooling down the temperature considerably. it's nice against your sweaty skin, and you tie your hair up to get it off the back of your neck as you try and take in deep breaths.

the scent of smoke and alcohol was too heavy in there, it almost made you claustrophobic. you sit down on the step of the porch, the stone slab cutting into the backs of your thighs as you try to push down your skirt as far as it could go to no avail.

your head thumps with the sounds of the party inside, and you finish off your drink before placing the empty cup beside you. your hands come to rest in your lap, fingers tapping on the backs of your hands as you wait.

it's only a few minutes before a car pulls up.

your brows furrow. it definitely should've taken way longer than that, considering how long miwa's order was and how late it was. standing up, you brush off your skirt as you make your way down the porch.

a figure slips out of the car, slamming the door behind him and walks right up to you.

tobio.

"oh!" you startle, jumping as he stands a few feet away from you, "tobio, i didn't know you'd be coming home..." you say, a bit awkward as you rub at the back of your neck.

his dark blue eyes rake up your body, flashing under the moonlight. you pretend not to notice the way they catch on the edges of your skirt and the lace of your cami. eventually, they meet your eyes.

he's grown up. a lot.

you'd seen him, in photos from miwa, but nothing compared to how he looked in person. almost like a real life adonis. you can see how chiseled he is through his compression shirt and baggy sweats. his pale skin glistens, and he smells of freshly applied cologne.

"what are you doing here?" his voice is gruff, but not unkind. he looks behind you to the party, and then to the dozens of cars parked along the sidewalk. "why's half the goddamn town here?"

his tone is a little more pressing at that second question, to which you bite your lip. miwa would've told you if she knew tobio was coming home, and on top of that she probably wouldn't have given you his room.

behind you, the sound of some bass-boosted song plays.

"miwa threw a party," you say, trying not to sound stupid or awkward, "we didn't think you'd stop by." you still remember the little boy he used to be, always angry and frustrated, tossing a volleyball around in the back yard as you and miwa giggled at him when he messed up.

he never talked to you much, other than weird gazes you'd catch whenever you were over. it was no secret little tobio had a crush on his big sister's best friend. he was too young then.

he scoffed, "i didn't even think miwa still came by here."

you watch as he shoves his hand in his pockets, for some reason unable to meet your eyes now. you shrug, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. "to be fair, you don't stop by very often either," you argue.

he rolls his eyes, but it has no bite to it. he knows you're right. you beckon him forward, and suddenly waiting for the pizza floats to the back of your mind. "want a drink?" you ask.

"sure," he laughs, a little breathless and follows you inside.

nobody notices the two of you slip back in, too busy with themselves and others to be bothered. he follows you to the kitchen, always only a step behind you as you worm through the crowd. eventually, you break through to your previous spot and show him the arrangement of drinks to pick from.

you can feel him behind you, the warmth of his body heat. he leans over you, his pec pushing into your shoulder. your face alights, and he grabs a wine bottle and pops off the cork. very sophisticated.

he takes a sip from the bottle, and you watch as a bit of red dribbles down the side of his mouth. as he places the bottle down, your hand subconsciously raises and wipes at it.

tobio raises a brow, a small chuckle falling from his lips. his eyes meet yours, and you quickly look away, wiping your thumb on your shirt.

he stands there, behind you, eyes stuck on you as you rub at the back of your neck. a group of people come bustling into the kitchen, clearly drunk and cups of beer in hand.

you shrink back instinctively, and your back comes to meet tobio's chest. the kitchen wasn't very big to begin with, but with an extra seven people there was barely enough space to extend your arms.

tobio's hand rests on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh in an almost protective way. you can smell his cologne, stronger this time, and your lashes flutter.

you don't even know what happens next, but later you're told someone had slipped on an empty solo cup, knocking into someone else. in the end, you ended up with one whole beer cup spilled directly on your chest, soaking you to the bone.

you shriek, the stench of beer wafting up, but your scream is hidden under the layers of party sounds. but then, your whole world twists as your whirled around and buried into tobio's chest.

your brain starts to slow for a second, enveloped in his warm embrace. there's nothing you want to do more in that moment than wrap your arms around his waist and properly hug him. but your chin lifts just in time to see him shove the guy who'd poured his cup on you.

"who the hell do you think you are?" he shouts, lip curled back in a snarl, arm wrapped protectively around you.

it was nice.

but he was also your best friend's little brother.

the guy stumbles back, raising his hands as if to say, "i'm innocent" but tobio doesn't care for that. he continues to shout, and one of the guys friends looks to you for help.

taking in a deep breath, you pull yourself back from his grip, catching his attention. you place both your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

"hey, shh," you coo, "it's fine, it's just a shirt."

"no!" tobio shouts, "that guy's a douche and you deserve an apology."

you look at him weakly, unable to find the words to fight back. he breaks then, shoulders sagging upon seeing your expression. he grabs your hand, and trudges towards the bedroom hall. "c'mon," he huffs.

he stops right outside his room, and you don't even get the chance to protest because he's pulling you inside in under a second. he falls short though, upon seeing it.

in your sleep the night prior you'd managed to kick his blankets all the way to the end of the bed, his pillows displayed messily across the top. your bag was open at his desk, some of your clothes hanging on the back of his chair. you wince. "I didn't get to clean..."

his lips part, and he blinks a few times, still staring at his bed. "you stayed here?"

you sigh, "yes, and i'm so sorry. miwa said it was fine, so i assumed she texted you. again, so so sorry--"

he cuts you off, "no, it's fine. just surprised, that's all."

you purse your lips. "you sure?"

he nods, and he turns to you. you immediately notice how glued his eyes are to your breasts, your white shirt soaked through to openly show the fact you hadn't worn a bra.

your nipples peak through the shirt, and shame courses through you. you shy away, arms crossing in front of you as you look to the side. you shuffle off, overly aware of his eyes on you, as you begin to dig through your bag.

"fuck."

tobio frowns, "what's wrong?"

you run a hand through your hair, pulling out the tie. "this was my last clean shirt."

you can practically hear tobio's heart skip a beat with how startled he looks. you look at him helplessly, still attempting to cover up. you move to leave, an excuse of stealing something of miwa's when he blocks you with an arm.

"you can take something of mine," he says, biting on his lip as he stares away, "i...i don't want you going back out there looking like that."

you almost want to roll your eyes and say, "looking like what?" but you don't. you knew after years of growing up with him that he was naturally protective. he steps away once he's assured you won't make a break for the door and digs through his drawers until he comes up with a simple navy-blue t-shirt.

you don't even need to try it on to know it's going to be huge on you.

he hands it over to you, to which you thank him gratefully. he turns around, but you don't miss the way his cheeks tint pink as he stares at the wall. you peel off your beer-soaked cami and slip his on top, shuddering at the friction.

it smelled like him too.

you even dare to wiggle out of your skirt, tossing it into your bag. you clear your throat, a sign that he can turn around. he doesn't say anything, and you try not to look too awkward.

pinching the sides of the shirt and pulling out, you give a little twirl and say, "how do i look?"

it was intended as a joke, an attempt to cut the thick tension, but he takes you seriously.

he coughs, and stares at his hands, "you, uh, you look good."

complimenting was never his forte.

you can't help it, a small snicker escapes your mouth, and soon enough your full-heartedly laughing at him, trying to cover your noises with a palm to your mouth.

he huffs, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips.

you sit down on his bed, and your body feels warm. you can't tell if it's from the heat of his shirt, the bed, or even the alcohol. he comes to sit next to you, falling back into his rustled sheets with a sigh.

you settle down next to him, and count the cracks in the ceiling in order to ignore the burning in your core. you seriously needed to calm down.

"does miwa always throw these parties?"

you hum. "sometimes, though this was the first one here since high school. uh, after your grandpa passed she didn't do a lot in college for a good while. usually she hosted them on campus or something."

he nodded. the silence fell heavy again.

you turn your head, taking in a deep breath and try to give him a smile. "do you go to parties?" you inquire, "you're in college now...your first year, right?"

he clicks his tongue. "i've been to a few," he scratches behind his ear, "mostly ones i get forced into going to. i never found them very fun."

you get warmer. maybe it is the alcohol, but you scooch a little closer and rest your head on his bicep. you've never seen his eyes widen that much, but he looks at you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"me neither," you whisper, "don't tell your sister."

you don't let tobio get the chance to understand the double meaning of that, because some surge of confidence pushes through you in that moment. all logical thinking flies out the window, becuase who cares? you're an adult, he's an adult, miwa's partying. he clearly wants you.

you kiss him, a hand placed on his chest, and your hair seperating a curtain between the two of you and the outside world. he tastes of wine, almost bitter, and you love it.

he's still for a moment, but then his lips move against yours and suddenly your flipped onto your back. his hand his on your shoulder, his other on your hip as he stares at you with husky eyes.

your shirt--or well, his shirt--has been pushed up to show your exposed abdomen but more importantly, your lack of skirt. tobio takes a particular interest in your lacey white panties, thumb rubbing over their hem.

he contemplates for a moment. "are you sure you want this?"

you don't waste a single second.

"yes," you nearly plead, and pull him down by the neck for another heated kiss. you can feel him rock up against your core, painfully hard already. you whine into the kiss, wanting to feel more of him.

his hand moves from your shoulder to push up your shirt, and your back arches upon the cold air blown across your skin. your nipples harden, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

tobio's warm hands rub up and down your sides, tracing the line of your ribs. he breaks the kiss, mouthing down your jaw onto your neck and sucking a deep red mark into the flesh of your skin.

you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, back still trying to pathetically arch into his touch.

"tobio," you pant, "i need more."

"patience," he chastises, but you can tell he speeds up. his lips move a little faster, sucking lighter marks across your neck and collarbone. you're about to sit up to take off the shirt when he stops you.

"keep it on," he pants, "you look so pretty with it. all dressed up in my clothes."

now, that does things for your ego and for the heat growing between your legs.

his lips latch around your right nipple, and his hand comes to twist and play with your left. his tongue is so warm, lapping up at your sensitive nub.

your hands come up to tug at his hair, curling in inky black locs. his eyelashes flutter when you give it a small tug, his teeth scraping against your nipple in a way that made you hiss pleasurably.

he peppers kisses along your breasts and ribs, and you can feel the slick beginning to stain your panties.

"please," you mewl, pushing up against him. he chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs. his grin is devilish, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation.

he takes your panties, and pushes them to the side, revealing your pussy. "so wet," he whispers, almost amazed. he takes one finger and runs it through your folds, collecting your slick and smearing it across your thighs.

quickly, he leaves a few love bites along the smooth expanse of your thighs, making your breath catch in your throat. everytime you think he's about to finally touch you, he goes back to your knee and works his way up again.

he admires his work, and you tighten your thighs around his head as a sort of warning to hurry up. he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you closer to the edge of the bed. your back arches, and you try to resist the urge to buck your hips.

you aren't ready for when he finally makes one long stripe through your folds. it feels like a hundred electric shocks are coursing through your body, lighting you aflame. you let out a hitched cry of pleasure, hands curling in his hair, pushing further into his face.

tobio eats you out like you're his last meal. you don't know where he learned how, but it's genuinely shocking. the same boy who you taught how to properly serve a volleyball, was now eating you out like your life depended on it.

you couldn't help the symphony of noises that escaped you. the heat of his tongue made you clench around nothing as he sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning around your flesh. you never striked him as the kind of guy to be a service top, but you were enjoying it, nonetheless.

he sucks against your skin, trying to get every taste of you he can, openly groaning at the taste of your slick. your legs twitch and shudder, and you try your hardest not to clamp around his neck. "need to feel you, tobio," you moan, pulling his head up. he looks at you, eyes heavy-lidded, his arousal clear as day.

"i don't have a condom," he stutters, and you shake your head.

"i don't care," you whine, pulling him close, so his torso is flesh against yours, "need you now."

you sound horribly pathetic and he must find it cute or he doesn't care because he's complying to your whiney demands with no issue.

he fumbles with the string of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. you feel your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he's long, not the thickest you've ever seen, but definitely the longest. you know he's going to hit all the right spots.

you reach forward, taking him into your hand and giving him a few long pumps. his tip is a cute flushed red, veins tracking up his cock. "so pretty, tobio," you slur, to which he blushes bashfully. "this is the kind of dick girls brag about, y'know..."

he presses a kiss to your cheek. "will you?"

you giggle, "not unless you give me reason to."

that ignites a flame in him. ego was one thing tobio took very seriously.

he drags his tip through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. occasionally, his head will catch on your clit and elicit a whimper from you. he aligns himself with your hole, leaning over you, and pressing more kisses to your breasts to try and ease you and get your muscles to relax.

you breathe in and out a few times until your body properly relaxes, and you're melting wax into his hands.

you take back everything you said about him not being big. tobio fills you up like he was made for you. as if your pussy was molded to fit the shape of his cock. he curves in just the right spot, and after a few testing pushes, he manages to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

it's no surprise you're cumming only minutes after he starts.

"tobio!" you cry out, gripping onto his shoulders, "'m gonna cum!"

he huffs, burying his face in your neck, "cum for me, baby, i wanna hear you. show those assholes what they're missing out on."

sparks alight along your spine, and you're arching into him, screaming his name as you cum. it might've been the biggest climax you'd ever had.

you're shivering and whimpering, letting him pound into you until his own release. he finishes soon too, having been hard for way too long. he's trying to muffle his grunts, but you know they're clear as day to anyone who's in the kitchen. you'd be surprised if the whole house didn't hear you.

eventually, he finishes in you, pumping his seed in with a few slow thrusts. he sits there for a moment, still inside you as he takes deep breaths to recollect himself. eventually he slips out, but he plugs you up with two of his fingers to keep his cum from dripping out.

tobio lays down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, heavy pants fanning across your breasts.

"was i good?" he asks weakly.

"you were wonderful."

the next morning, you wake up to a string of texts from miwa.

oops.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #rintarousgirl #tarousbaby #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #haikyuu tobio #tobiokageyama #tobio x reader #tobio kageyama #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #miwa #miwa kageyama #smut #pwp #best friends brother #fluff

[c0olblue]

I did this for a haikyuu kids zine and I’m still very happy whit it….. just a family having a nice time together <‘3

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu zine #haikyuu fan art #kageyama tobio #kageyama kazuyo #miwa kageyama #colindoesart

[tamoru]

karasuno sisters

#saeko tanaka #miwa kageyama #natsu hinata #haikyuu #my art #tamoru

[afterthelambs]

Reading haikyuu fics written before chapter 387 is like a minefield. I take emotional damage whenever Kageyama is described as an only child NO HE HAS MIWA HE HAS MIWAAAAA

#so soft about the fact that kageyama has an older sister 🥹 he's the baby of the family #and ofc no one couldve known so im not blaming the authors but it still hurts ahhh #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #hq kageyama #miwa kageyama #my post

[moons-ponge]

Haikyuu love children pt2 including more rare pairs that I like or at least not as popular ships

#Miwalisa #hoshihiru #asasemi #kuroshou #miwa kageyama #alisa haiba #love children #haikyuu ships #haikyuu rarepair #haikyuu love children #haikyuu hoshiumi #hoshiumi x Hirugami #kuroo tetsuro x suguru Daishou #semi eita x Asahi azumane #miwa kageyama x alisa haiba

[quartzelaii]

Perfectly Aligned

CHAPTER I

— L/N Y/N, best friend to Kageyama Tobio since age 6. L/N Y/N, the object of all Tsukishima Kei's desires since age 15.

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PROLOGUE ➛ CHAPTER I ➛ CHAPTER II

word count: 7.8k

ONE YEAR LATER

"And then after that, Coach told me to practice tossing balls that stop at the hitter's highest contact point. Hinata and I tried it out earlier. We got the hang of it pretty quick."

"That sounds complicated. How exactly do you that?'

"You just go... pow, and the ball should go whoosh."

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from giggling. Even at 15 years of age, Tobio still uses his ridiculous onomatopoeia to explain stuff. You still find it cute and endearing, no matter how stupid he may sound whenever he does it.

"No, dumbass, I mean show me how you do it. I wanna see this new toss of yours."

Tobio looks at you with his eyes squinted suspiciously. Without a shot at subtlety, he glares at the purple and white school uniform you're donning as if the garments offend him greatly.

"How do I know you're not gonna sell it out to Shiratorizawa's setters?"

You scoff back a laugh. "If I were gonna sell out your new fancy move to anyone, it'd be to legit V.League teams. Maybe they'd pay me for it too, then I'd be hella rich."

"All the more reason not to show you that toss, then."

The two of you are hanging out at the Kageyamas' backyard. Your wristwatch tells you that it's already almost 7 PM. Tobio has just returned from training and you have just left school from your own club duties when the two of you see each other on your shared street.

"Can I stay over at yours for a while? Mom texted that she's gonna be home late." You said, trying hard not let the disappointment in your voice become evident. "Again."

"Yeah, sure." He shrugged. "I'll tell Mom to cook extra for dinner since you eat like a pig."

"Hey, that's not a nice thing to say to a lady!"

With that, the two of you walked together to his house. That's how you found yourself sitting on their veranda instead of inside the comforts of your own home at 7 in the evening. Tobio is doing solo passing drills, concentrating on not making the ball hit the ground. You, on the other hand, is sitting cross-legged on a wooden divan with your school bag sprawled beside you, watching him a few feet away.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that, Tobio." You pout. "I may not be a player anymore but I still get excited over these things."

He stops passing the ball to himself and looks at you.

"You'll see it tomorrow." There's a glint in his eyes that you can't quite place, his lips turned ever so slightly upward.

"Kill joy." You mutter but don't press any more.

There's a few seconds of silence broken only by the thumping sound of volleyball as Kageyama continues his solo drill. You watch him, fascinated. His form, his technique, his level of concentration— they are all commendable. It's one of these moments that make your own fingertips itch to play again.

"Tobio?"

"Hm?"

"Are you nervous for tomorrow?"

He doesn't even stop to think for an answer. "Why would I be?"

Tomorrow is the start of the Spring High Preliminaries. Not being able to play on high school really did put a bitter taste in your mouth. You miss volleyball. You miss the thrill of being in the court. You miss the feel of the ball on your fingertips. There's a small albeit persistent voice inside your head that tells you to go back to being a player. You smother that voice down whenever it rears its ugly head, but there are times that the voice gets the better of you. Whenever you start missing volleyball, like you do today, there's a dull ache in your chest that is comparable to the feeling you get when you lost your favorite toy as a kid— you know it's time to let go but at the same time, you can't and don't want to.

You're envious of Tobio. He's fulfilling his dream of being a professional volleyball player one match at a time without nothing but time hindering his inevitable success. Whereas, you are stuck on a path that you're not even sure is the best one for you.

Shaking your head and ignoring these negative thoughts, you smile at your best friend instead. "Right. Who am I asking?"

"There's no need for me to be nervous." Your hear him continue and you see him look at the ball in his hands, his eyes having that same intense look you saw earlier. "We've been training hard since Inter High. We've evolved a lot. I'm confident in my team, and I know we'll go to Nationals."

Tobio is not looking at you but you smile nonetheless.

"And we'll definitely beat Ushijima-san!"

You almost jump from your seat when he suddenly barks out, his finger pointed at you. Since you started high school at Shiratorizawa, Tobio does not pass up on the opportunity to mention it any chance he gets. It's as if you're now his rival, which is ridiculous but at the same time entertaining.

You let out a laugh— not a mocking one but a genuine laugh of amusement. You have no doubts that he really meant it when he said he'd beat Ushijima Wakatoshi, or at least he'd die trying. You make a mental note to watch the Karasuno vs. Shiratorizawa match no matter what it takes because you have no doubts that it's definitely gonna happen.

"Tobio! Y/N! Dinner's ready!"

Tobio's sister, Miwa, waves at both of you from the door.

"We're coming!" The two of you say in unison.

You follow your ravenette best friend inside the house. His family is already seated at the dinner table by the time you arrived at the dining room. They greeted you warmly, telling you to sit down and be comfortable. Tobio's mother even offered you a gentle side hug while his sister comments on how great your hair looks, like she always does— you'd always blush profusely at the compliment. You have always been the target of Miwa's obsession on hair— there is even one time a few months ago when you let her cut and style it to her liking.

His father, whom Tobio got his aloof personality from, is intimidating and scary— and though you see him regularly, you haven't really gotten used to his menacing persona. Nevertheless, he always voices out his warm welcome to you whenever you come over to their house.

Up to this day, it still makes you feel overwhelmingly grateful that you found a second home in the Kageyamas. With your mother's hectic work schedule and your father being one town away, you find yourself coming over at your best friend's house more often these days. For this reason, his family is used to seeing you and having you over for meals. Sometimes, on weekends when you and Tobio don't have school, you would be seen lounging around, either playing 1v1 volleyball with him on their backyard or videogaming in their living room. Your parents' divorce has been hard on you— though it's been two years, it's still not easy to adjust to having a broken family. Sitting here tonight, surrounded by Tobio's own family, somehow dulls that ache.

You mull over these thoughts for a while as you scoop up a helping of nikujaga. You look at Tobio sitting beside you who's already scarfing down his tonkatsu bowl as if he's been starving for days, unaware of your eyes on him. Miwa's laughter rings clearly as their mother tells a particularly funny story that happened to her today at the groceries. The story is indeed hilarious because Tobio began choking on a mouthful of rice in an attempt to suppress his own laughter, forcing you to abandon your nikujaga and pound his back. His father chastises him for eating too quickly. His mother jokes that he should be ashamed of such behavior in front of his future wife— the latter being a joke among the Kageyamas which you've heard a thousand times before that you don't really mind it anymore. Though, you'd be lying if you said it didn't leave butterflies in your stomach every single time. Miwa burst into another fit of guffawing at that.

Dinner at your house is never this lively, you think to yourself. As you bring a piece of vegetable in your mouth, there's one thought that lingers.

This feels like home.

Your Mom's Prius is already parked in the driveway when you arrived home.

Your wristwatch tells you that it's 7:48 in the evening. Normal teenagers would be scared out of their wits to face their parents whenever they went home this late, but not you— going home at this time of night has been a common occurrence for you lately. Since your mother started working late, your curfew also pretty much became non-existent.

"I'm home!" You called out as you remove your shoes before putting them on the getabako.

The first thing you notice as soon as you enter the house is your mother sitting on the couch, a messy array of documents sprawled in front of her on the coffee table. She still has not changed out of her work clothes and the hand bag she takes to work is lying on the coffee table along with the plethora of papers. You deduce that she has just gotten home.

"Where have you been?" She asks without looking at you, her hands sorting through the papers she's holding. You plop down on the sofa beside her, stretching your legs as you do so.

"I had dinner at Tobio's."

"You've been over there a lot lately. How many times has it been this week?" Your mother looks at you for the first time since you arrived. She has that disapproving glint in her eyes that you know all too well.

"His family may think that I'm not taking care of you enough since you eat there all the time." She continues, now crossing her arms over her chest and looking at you sternly.

"I'm sure they're not thinking that." Your defensive reply comes quick. "Tobio's Mom told me I'm welcome anytime. Besides, sometimes, it's them who invite me over."

"Why don't you just have dinner here? I'll leave you my card so you can order food if I'm still not home yet."

You don't want to argue with your mother. You learned at a young age that it's best to just agree with everything she says because she somehow always gets her way in the end, anyway. So, you mumble a quiet "Okay."

"By the way, Mom," You say after a few seconds of silence. "Have you eaten yet? I can get you take-out from that restaurant across the street if you want."

"It's fine, honey. I already ate." It's evident from the tone of her voice that she's exhausted.

She's rifling through the documents in front of her, her eyebrows furrowed. Upon looking more closely at your mother, you see that her hair that is usually meticulously curl-ironed is a bit disheveled. There are dark circles under her eyes, which you know your mother hates having. To top it all off, the way her eyebrows are knitted so intensely has you worried if it's gonna form wrinkles on her otherwise perfect skin. Her complexion is looking a little dull as well, and you can spot a few pimples flaring up on her forehead and chin, probably from lack of sleep or stress, or both. The fact that she's a dermatologist is sounding a little ironic now.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Concerned, you ask the first thing on your mind. You've never seen your mother looking like this. Though, in all fairness, you haven't seen her a lot at all lately. This is the first time in weeks you've looked at her this closely.

As if snapped from her own train of throughts, she looks up from the papers she was holding and gives you a tight-lipped smile that looks a little too forced to be genuine.

"Why don't you go get changed first and meet me back here again." She finally says. "I have something important to tell you."

The curiosity nags at you, but you do what you are told, nevertheless. You change out of your school uniform into a comfy sweater and a pair of shorts before returning to the living room where your mother is waiting for you.

You sit down beside her on the navy blue sofa, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously as you wait for her to speak.

"Y/N, dear," Your mother starts, taking a deep breath to gather her thoughts. "I know I haven't been present around here enough. There are days that we don't even see each other because of my schedule. I'm sorry, honey. It must have been hard for you lately."

You can only stare at her, unsure of what to say. You open your mouth to speak but your mother raises a hand, effectively shutting you up before you even spoke.

"What you have to understand is— I'm doing this for us, for you. I always come home late because I use the time off work to take care of something else. I've been busy finalizing all the necessary legal documents so I can open my own clinic. It's been a long time coming but it's happening now soon." Your Mom's voice raises half an octave in excitement. Her lips are formed in a grin and her unusually pallid complexion is now dusted in pink. She seems so happy to announce that news to you.

"Mom, that's great!" You almost shriek in joy. You're well aware that it's been her dream for the longest time to open a dermatological clinic that she can call her own. "Why didn't you tell me that sooner?"

"I wanted to make sure first before telling you. It hasn't been easy preparing for it and even then, with the cost of construction and the limited available locations, I wasn't hopeful that it could happen. But now, I think everything has been taken care of. The only thing left to do is to pick a date to start construction, and then it should be smooth-sailing from there on out."

"You still should have told me, Mom. I could have helped any way I could." Your pout is short-lived because the joy of hearing the news overpowers any sulking you plan on doing.

"It would've just distracted you from your studies. It's best that I handled it on my own." She waves you off, still smiling.

"Where will the clinic be built, Mom?"

The smile on her face dissipates slowly as she hears your question. Your mother swallows thickly, looking at you for a while then back at the documents. You are quick to note the sudden shift in her expression, though you don't quite know what prompted it. There is something wrong. You can feel it palpably in the air.

You can only hold your breath as you await her next words.

"Harajuku."

"Harajuku?" You tilt your head in confusion. "But that's in Tokyo."

"Yes, it is." A sigh escapes your mother's lips. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

You realize what she is trying to say before she even says it. You don't even have the time to process the information properly before she utters her next words.

"Y/N, we're moving to Tokyo."

The last half hour has been a blur.

You remember crying. A lot. You remember sobbing until your throat felt raw. You remember your mother pleading for you to calm down and listen to her explanation.

You're leaving Miyagi.

You're leaving everything behind.

Your mother couldn't stop you from storming out of the house. You just wanted to get away from her for a while. Part of you is mad at your mother for springing up the news like that. It's ironic that she thought this would be the best way to tell you. If anything, telling you all of it at once only succeeded in making you feel worse.

It is unfair to you. Not that you have any say on what your mother does to expand her career, but at least, she should have consulted with you before she made the decision to move to Tokyo. You are her daughter. You are her family. This kind of life-changing commitment should be shared with family first before going full-speed on it.

You feel extremely overwhelmed with the news you just got. Your mother has to realize that this is not going to be easy for you.

That if how you find yourself wandering around the neighborhood, away from your mother. There are fresh tears falling from your eyes. You're lucky the streets are dark so the little amount of people that pass you by cannot see that you're crying.

Perhaps it's muscle memory that led you to the Kageyamas' front gates at such a late hour. Whenever you have something on your mind, however big or small, Tobio is the first person you want to tell.

You look up at the house. The only lit window is a room's upstairs which you know is Tobio's room. He's still awake. You fish out your phone from your shorts' pocket, your thumb hovering over his contact name. You're thinking of calling him so he could come down and meet you. If there is someone who would listen and understand, you know it would be him. It's always him.

A sigh escapes your lips as you change your mind. Tomorrow is the start of the Spring High Preliminaries. Tobio should be resting now. Though you're certain that he will give you his time and full attention should you ask him for it, you also know that it would be selfish of you to take advantage of that. You shouldn't keep him up just so you could rant about you moving to Tokyo, especially the night before a crucial tournament.

With a heavy heart, you continue walking. You're so lost in your own thoughts that you let your feet take you to wherever they wish. Walking calms you down. It is therapeutic and healing to you, so you continue to walk without no destination in mind. The night is chilly and you're starting to regret your choice of clothes— a flimsy sweater and a pair of your school's gym shorts.

It takes you a few minutes of aimless walking before you're basking in the soft fluorescent light of a local café. The enticing scent of freshly-brewed coffee is enough to lure you in. You push the door open, hoping that the patrons inside don't see how puffy your eyes are. The last thing you want is some stranger offering you pity.

The café is small. There are only five tables inside, all of them occupied except for a single booth nearest to the counter. Before you know it, you're ordering a cappuccino and a slice of strawberry shortcake.

You sip your hot drink, looking around the faces of the people inside the establishment. Surprisingly, despite the amount of customers, there is minimal noise aside from the occasional chatter and laughter. You entertain the thought that everything that happened before this moment has been a dream— that you're not really moving to Tokyo and you're not going to be forced to leave everything you've ever known. It's all just a bad dream and you'll wake up in the morning and be able to laugh about at how silly it all is. That particular thought is calming, even though you know yourself that it is a blatant delusion.

A song is playing from the overhead speakers. You recognize it immediately as one of the songs in your playlist you listen to whenever you need to calm down your thoughts. The lyrics are in English but you have listened to it countless times before that you have memorized the words to it by now. Before long, you start singing along to it without even realizing— it is a force of habit you have acquired from years of listening to your tunes all alone. Though your voice is barely above whisper, inside the quiet café, the sound of your soft singing is still heard.

The door chime rang, signaling the arrival of a new customer.

You're vaguely aware of a figure walking past you but at this point, you have busied yourself reading the inspirational quotes framed on the walls to even look anywhere else.

"Can I have a medium latte and a slice of strawberry shortcake, to-go, please?" You hear the newcomer say.

"I'm sorry, sir. Were all out of strawberry shortcake. Would you like to pick another dessert?"

"No, I'll just take the latte." He sighs, taking out his wallet from the pocket of his pants and setting down a few bills on the counter..

"Alright, then. Name?" The barista asks, holding a Sharpie to a cup. The newcomer gives his name but you didn't quite catch it.

You look down at the slice of strawberry shortcake in front of you that is still untouched. The dessert looked good on the display but now that you have it, you realize that you're not at all hungry. You ate a lot at Tobio's house that not even your stomach can make room for dessert. You're not even sure why you bought the slice in the first place.

As the barista prepares his drink, the man continues to browse the other desserts and pastries in the display stand. He doesn't seem to find anything he likes, though. Oddly enough, you feel guilty because you don't even plan on eating the dessert he want and yet he's gonna be forced to leave empty-handed.

Once again, you glance at the dessert in question, trying to weigh if you still want it or not. When you've decided that you definitely don't, you come to the decision that it would be better to offer the slice to someone who actually does want it. With this, you clear your throat to get the man's attention.

"Excuse me?" You say all of a sudden.

The man turns to look at you upon hearing your voice. The first thing you notice is the eyeglasses adorning his eyes— hazel eyes that look at you questioningly. A spark of familiarity passes through you as you continue to study his features.

Ridiculously tall. Blonde. Hazel eyes.

You've seen him before.

"What?" He has his eyebrow raised, his hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie.

The back of your mind still itches with familiarity. You know you've seen him somewhere before. The answer to that question is at the tip of your tongue...

"Oh! You're a volleyball player from Karasuno, right?" You find yourself blurting out without meaning to.

So, that's where you know him from. He's Tobio's teammate. If you're not mistaken, he's a freshman middle blocker. You could have recognized the blonde sooner if only you don't focus on only Tobio whenever you watch his games.

"Yes." You could have sworn you saw him roll his eyes at you, albeit subtly.

Rude, you think to yourself. He could have said yes without that unnecessary eyeroll. Nevertheless, you still continue speaking.

"I heard that you ordered strawberry shortcake, but I think I got the last slice." You motion at the dessert in front of you. "You can have this, if you want. I haven't touched it yet. I'm not hungry and I don't feel like eating it later. It'd be such a waste."

"Then, why did you get it?" The blonde is now fully facing you. His height— which you're guessing is at least 180 cm— towers over your seat. He has his head tilted ever so slightly, his eyebrow still raised inquisitively.

"I don't know. It looked good when I saw it. I just don't have the appetite for it now." You shrug casually, but the irritation about the blonde's less-than-pleasant tone nags at you.

He looks at you, then at the dessert, then back at you. His expression is unreadable— his eyes offer no emotion to them whatsoever. Suddenly, you feel self-conscious at his glances- it's as if he's both analyzing and judging you in the few seconds that you two made eye contact. It also doesn't help that in the short span of your conversation, he has managed to show that he can be somewhat of a jerk.

"Do you want it or not?" You continue when he still hasn't spoken.

"I do, but you look like you're gonna cry again if I take it."

"Huh?"

The next thing he does baffles you— he takes out his hand from his hoodie's pocket and he hands you a handkerchief. As if on autopilot, you take the handkerchief he's offering but not without giving him a confused glance. Your mouth open and close comically, willing your brain to form words to voice out your confusion. Using your phone's screen as a mirror, you look at your face only to pale in an embarrassing realization that you look horrible. Your eyes are puffy, your nose is red, and your cheeks are tear-stricken.

No wonder the blonde gave you a handkerchief. You look like you really need it.

"Crap. I look awful." You curse under your breath as you quickly wipe the moistness on your cheeks with the sage green fabric, simultaneously feeling them redden in embarrassment.

"How do I-" You fold the handkerchief awkwardly once you've dried your cheeks, avoiding eye contact with its owner. "How do I return this to you?"

"Keep it." Came his clipped reply. If he's being sarcastic with that response, you're not quite sure.

You open your mouth to argue but the barista calls out from the counter just at the right time. "One medium latte for Kei."

Without so much as a word, the blonde turns on his heels and receives his order. You hear him mutter a curt "Thank you"' to the barista before he walks out of the café. A fleeting second glance is all he can spare you— no goodbyes or any parting pleasantries whatsoever. You blink stupidly at his tall figure as he opens the door to leave, debating to yourself whether to call after him or not. You are realizing just then that you haven't even thanked him for the handkerchief yet.

You stand up from your seat quickly, taking the plate of strawberry shortcake with you as you walk to the counter.

"Can I please have this to-go?"

You watch with a bit of impatience as the dessert is being put in a pink to-go box. Finally, when the barista hands it out to you, you practically sprint out of the café.

The street is dark aside from a couple of lamp posts and the headlights of a few passing cars. It takes you a couple of seconds before you spot a certain grey hoodie and a mop of blonde hair. He is almost out of your sight. You struggle to run after him but his pace is ridiculously long that by the time you're a few feet away from him, you're already gasping for much-needed air.

The pitter-patter of your Sneakers as you near him catches his attention. He stops from his tracks and turns around to face you.

The quizzical look on his face is enough— he doesn't have to say anything to get his message across. What the heck are you doing? - his eyes seem to ask. It's amazing how he can convey these things with little to no words.

"Here." You extend the box of dessert to him. He doesn't accept it, merely stare at you with a perfectly arched eyebrow. He seems to note the way you catch your breath and the thin sheet of sweat that has formed on your forehead, but decides not to comment about it.

"What am I supposed to do with that?"

"You wanted strawberry shortcake, right?"

"Yes, but why are you giving it to me?" There's a hint of suspicion in his tone.

"Well, I'm not gonna eat it. You want it and I don't, so it's yours now. Take it."

Despite establishing the fact that you indeed know him as Karasuno's middle blocker, you still can't shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere other than that. There's something familiar with the way he looks down at you, with his tone of voice, and his general knack for being rude and blunt. You can't quite put your finger on it. Just where have you met him before?

"Is this because I told you to keep my handkerchief and you somehow feel like you owe me?"

"A little bit, yeah." You mumble honestly.

"When people usually say "Keep it.", most of the time, they're not asking for anything in return. Sometimes, they just want to give a random stranger something to wipe their snot with to save said stranger from further embarrassment."

The offense you took from his sarcastic response has you holding a hand to your chest while your mouth gapes at him. "Hey! There was no snot— I wasn't... You're freaking unbelievable— Actually? You know what? Never mind."

"Are you gonna cry again?" There's amusement in his tone. His face is that of feigned concern but you're quick to note the small smirk tugging up the corner of his lips. Is he seriously enjoying this right now?

It takes every fiber in your body not to explode then and there. He is so infuriating, and deliberately so. It's as if he's relishing in agitating you even more.

"Just take the cake so we're even. I don't want to owe you anything." You thrust the box in his direction but yet again, he doesn't take it.

"I gave it to you freely but since you keep on insisting on "making it even", I don't think I can accept a single slice of strawberry shortcake as compensation. It would be unfair for me, don't you think?"

"And why would that be?"

"For one, "making it even" implies that you should give me something of similar value of the thing I gave you." How you wish you could wipe that smug look on his face. "A slice of cake is nowhere near the value of that handkerchief."

"Right, because your flimsy handkerchief is too good for my strawberry shortcake. It's probably woven in silk from silkworms who eat gold and poop out gold silk." You try to avoid sarcasm as an attempt to be a decent human being, but there are just some instances that a good old-fashioned sarcastic snap-back is very much needed. It just so happens that one of those instances is happening right now.

During the short duration that you've interacted with this boy, you have learned that he thrives on being a smartass. He has this look on his face— eyebrows raised and lips curved in a smirk— which tells you he's about to say something that would annoy the hell out of you.

However, as he opens his mouth to speak, your phone rang from your pants pocket.

The caller ID indicates that it's your mother that's calling. Upon further look at the screen, you also notice thirteen texts from her, asking where you are and urging you to go home.

"Hold that thought." You hold up a finger at the blonde and for one glorious second, you got to see him being the one who's irritated and quite offended this time.

The second you press answer on your phone, your Mom's shrill and panic-ridden voice rings from the other side so loud that it hurt your ear drum.

"Where are you?"

For the first time that night, you start being aware that, in fact, you don't know the answer to that question. You've been wandering around aimlessly around the neighborhood that you lost all sense of direction. You look around the dark street for any signs indicating your whereabouts but you failed to see anything. The insides of your stomach starts churning in panic. It also doesn't help that your Mom is feeding your growing anxiety with her incessant panicking from the other side of the phone.

"Tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you. Now."

"No! There's no need to. I'm already on my way home." Shit. You heard your own lie before you even realized you said it.

The lie seems to be believable enough for your Mom to emit a relieved sigh, though. "Alright, honey. Just be home soon, okay? I'm getting worried, and you have school in the morning. We'll talk tomorrow. For the meantime, just get home and rest."

You mutter a barely audibly "Okay, Mom." before you end the call. The urge to slap yourself for lying to your mother had the better of you— the sound of your palm hitting your forehead is loud and sharp. From your peripherals, you see Karasuno's middle blocker jolt a bit from the sudden (and outlandish) movement. You have almost forgotten that he's with you.

"Hey, uhm, what... street is this?" You ask your companion as you glance around your surroundings in another attempt to look for any indication of your whereabouts.

"You don't know?"

"Duh. If I knew, I wouldn't be asking."

If he is any bit ticked off by your juvenile response, he chooses not to call you out on it. "How did you get in the cafe in the first place if you didn't know which street it's in?"

"I just saw it and went inside because I wanted coffee."

"Did you walk there?"

"Well, yeah."

The blonde studies your behavior for a moment, noting the way you crane your neck around to try to find any street signs and the way your brows furrow in frustration when you don't find any. His passive look slowly morphs into something akin to a scowl, but you don't see it right away. His eyebrows are creased in a knot and his lips that were previously smirking is now contorted in a sneer.

"You mean to tell me you're wandering around a neighborhood that's unfamiliar to you, at almost 10 o'clock in the evening, all on your own, without any means to get back home." The icy tone of his voice is what grabbed your attention. With slightly widened eyes, you turn to look up at him as he stares down at you. To say you are dumbfounded is an understatement. It's not even about the way he abrasively spewed his words at you or the way he gives you a coldly judging look— it's more about the fact that he has a point.

"How irresponsible can you get? Are you grossly naïve and innocent to think that nothing bad might happen to you if you're walking alone this time of night? That or are you just plain stupid?" With each word he lets out, you can feel yourself shrinking and yet feel your temper rising simultaneously. How dare he talk to you like that? Surely, there are kinder ways to get say it without him belittling you.

"Okay, fine, I get it! Stop being mean to me. We've only just met, you know." You don't mean to raise your voice like that but you just want him to shut up. It's bad enough that you're lost and can't get home without him throwing that fact on your face.

"Could you just..." You can't even look him in the eyes. "Could you just tell me where we are so I can go home?"

The blonde did tell you the name of street you are in, but not without scowling at your ignorance and irresponsibility. You are indeed familiar with the street but you have no idea how to get home from here. You don't usually come to this part of the neighborhood but that's not actually a valid excuse for your embarrassingly rusty sense of direction. Even though it's only a few minutes walk from your house, you are ashamed to admit that you can't remember how to get back.

Dejected, you give off a sigh, feeling a new surge of panic bubble up from the pit of your stomach again. A glance at your wristwatch has you almost cry in alarm. It's almost 10 PM, just like the blonde said.

"I suppose I could take a cab?" You're more muttering to yourself but he still hears you.

"Cabs are scarce around these parts in case you haven't noticed yet." He says coolly.

He's right yet again. Not once have you seen any cabs that pass by since you've been on this street. You may have to go to the main avenue to hail a ride— that notion could help you, except you don't know how to get to the main avenue.

"Was that your mother who called you earlier?" You hear the blonde speak again. "Why don't you just ask her to pick you up?"

"I can't." You mutter as your eyes look down your shoes— you don't want him to see the way your eyes start tearing up again.

"Better yet— I don't want to." You continue. "I went out of the house to get away from her. Don't ask why. It's a long story and I don't feel like sharing it with you."

You're not looking at him so you don't see the way his previously furrowed brows relax a bit. His piercing hazel eyes watch you intently and he is quick to notice how your own eyes become glassy with unshed tears.

"I'll walk you home."

This time, you look him in the eyes with surprise written all over your features. Did you hear him right?

"What?"

"It's almost 10 PM. Do you know what kind of delinquents prowl around this time of night? If I see you on tomorrow's news that you've been brutally bludgeoned to death by a serial killer, It'd be on my conscience." The way he said it has you feeling mixed emotions. He has good intentions but why did he have to ruin it by sprinkling his jerkness all over it?

"Yeah, well, if you're gonna be a jerk all the way,  then I don't want you accompanying me home." 

"Are you really in any position to be demanding now?" 

You have no other retorts left in you so the only thing you do is glare at him. Still, that glare of yours dissolves rather quickly. You are surprised to realize that even though this boy has been the single most annoying, rudest, and meanest human being you've yet encountered— you can't bring yourself to hate him based on the little interaction you've had with him. He gave you his handkerchief when he saw that you'd been crying— and albeit ungraciously, he turned down your strawberry shortcake which was supposed to be a sort-of payment. To top it all off, he's offering to walk you home— something he is not obligated to do, not even in the slightest. He could turn on his heels right now and leave you all alone, but he's choosing to stay.

Maybe he's not so bad after all.

You tell him where your house is located. He responds by saying that that's only four blocks from where you currently are, and asks sarcastically if you have short-term memory loss for you to forget the direction for somewhere that near.

The two of you walk in silence with you struggling to keep up with his pace. As you look around the various dark alleyways you passed, you feel a strong sense of relief and gratefulness that you have someone to walk you home. Everything is suspicious-looking in the dark. You wonder, for one brief and terrifying moment, if something terrible would have happened to you if you didn't meet the blonde and was forced to walk home alone.

"Why were you out so late?" It is you who breaks the silence for the first time after a couple of minutes of walking. "Don't you have a match to prepare for tomorrow?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"But you ordered a latte. Seems pretty counter-productive to me." You pointed, looking at the to-go cup he's holding.

"It's not for me. My older brother asked me to get it." 

"Was the strawberry shortcake supposed to be for your brother too?"

"No. Mine." His clipped answer is perfectly laced with the right amount of drawl and nonchalance as if to say yes, it was supposed to be mine but some annoying stranger got the last slice .

"I told you. It's yours if you want to have it." You roll your eyes and shake your head  in disbelief when he just gives you a pointed look. It's clear that he does want the cake but is too full of pride to admit it. The silence ensues again, but it's not an awkward one— you can even say that it's a comfortable kind of silence, which in itself is weird because he's a stranger and you're not supposed to be this comfortable with a stranger.

The blonde leads you to a semi-lit side street which you would never dare go into had you been alone. Obediently, you follow him despite your wariness of the sketchy-looking place. Under normal circumstances, alarm bells would be ringing inside your head if a stranger was taking you to an unfamiliar alleyway. But then, there's no urge of stranger-danger when you're with the blonde— something that you're quite surprised with because you're trusting him to lead you home when you don't even know his name.

His name.

All this time you've been with him, you haven't even asked him what his name is.

You didn't hear it when the barista called out his name for his order. It's also written on the cup he's holding but you can't read it in the dark. It could also not be his name that's written there as the latte is supposed to be for his brother.

"I just realized I don't know your name yet." You suddenly say. Your question seems to surprise the blonde but nevertheless, he opens his mouth to answer it.

"No, wait. I wanna guess." You stop him just as he opens his mouth to speak. "I hear it whenever I watch your games but I can't quite remember it."

You rack your brain for any memory of his name but comes up with nothing. Again, this just proves that Tobio has your undivided attention whenever he plays— you really can't care less for his other teammates. 

"Is it Takahashi? No? Takahiro? Tsurumaki? Tsukasa?" 

He gives you the subtlest of eye rolls. "Not even close. It's Tsukishima."

"Nice to meet you, Tsukishima. I'm Y/N." You introduce yourself for the first time that night. 

Tsukishima doesn't respond after that, not that you expect him to. He just gives you a nod, as if to say he has acknowledged that piece of fact but he isn't the slightest bit interested. For the nth time that night, there is silence once again. 

And like all the other times before, it is you who breaks the quietude once you see the familiar façade of your neighbor's houses.

"We're almost there." You announce. "My house is the sixth one on the left. Thank you for accompanying me. I really appreciate it."

You expect him to turn around and leave once you have confirmed that you're now near your destination. You have even thanked him so it would be his go signal to depart if he wants to. You then start walking away from him, thinking he'd be going the opposite direction now. However, you can hear his footsteps following you from behind. It is only when you are at your front gates do you stop, making him stop as well. 

The front door is open and you can see your Mom's figure sitting by the terrace, waiting for you. 

"This is my house." You turn to Tsukishima and flashes him a grateful grin. "I really can't thank you enough."

The blonde nods at you. It seems like he's about to say something more but decides the last minute not to. Instead, he clears his throat and says a rather pathetic good bye, as far as good byes go. "I'll be going now. Good night."

"Wait." He's about to walk away when you call out to him again.

"Take this." You offer him the boxed strawberry shortcake for the third time. "If not for the handkerchief, then at least take it as a token of gratitude for walking me home."

This time, unlike all the other three instances before, he finally accepts the pastry. He holds it on his right hand while his left holds the latte cup. If you had been focusing on his facial expressions that time, you would have noticed how his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he struggled to find the right words to say to you. Tsukishima usually has something smart or clever to say under normal circumstances, but this is one of the occasions where he is deemed speechless.

"I'm gonna go inside now. Good luck on your match tomorrow." You say as you push open the gate that your mother left unlocked for you. "Good night, Tsukishima."

Tsukishima watches you walk to your front door after locking the gates. He stays long enough for him to see you look back over your shoulder and give him a small wave. It is only when you and your mother have entered the house did he start to walk away.

The latte he's holding is now lukewarm, which he figures his brother won't like. He brings the cup to his lips, letting the tepid liquid seep into his mouth— he will just have to re-order a hot cup for his brother on his way home. Tsukishima doesn't usually drink coffee. He mainly reserves the drink whenever he has to cram for schoolwork or if he's grinding a particularly hard video game level. For this reason, he finds that he's less tolerant of caffeine— at least, that's what he's telling himself. 

It's a matter of pride more than anything else that he blames his racing heart beat, clammy hands, and flushed skin on the coffee he's idly sipping, and not on the fact that the little time he spent with you tonight has him feeling things.

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Novidade Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio x Fem! Reader

Tobio e Miwa chegaram primeiro. Após abraços cheios de saudade entre as irmãs e apertos de mãos desajeitados entre os dois rapazes, Miwa e Hinata foram dar uma olhada na churrasqueira, pelo menos foi a desculpa que deram para que Tobio e a irmã pudessem conversar na sala da casa. Aquela talvez seria uma notícia e tanto para ele que sempre foi protetor com a jovem.

— Então — Kageyama começou a falar — Tudo bem?

[Nome] riu baixinho com o modo de puxar conversa do irmão. Era como se ele conversasse com alguém em um elevador, mas ela sabia que era o jeito dele querer saber como andava sua vida.

— Sim. Na verdade, tem até novidade. Quer tentar adivinhar o que é?

Kageyama não era exatamente fã desse tipo de jogo, no entanto decidiu guardar suas reclamações para si e tratou de observar a irmã com atenção.

Seu rosto parecia normal. Seus cabelos… ela havia cortado? Não, não fariam um churrasco pra isso. Usava a camiseta do MSBY de Hinata.

A peça disfarçava, mas ainda era possível ver um pouco a barriga um pouco avantajada. Calças jeans azul claro, chinelos…

— [Nome] você engordou um pouco? — ele perguntou sem muitos rodeios.

O sorriso da irmã se desfez enquanto suspirava irritada. Kageyama não teve reflexos rápidos suficientes para desviar do pedala que levou de [Nome].

— Porra, Tobio. Você acha que isso é algo que se comente? Eu estou grávida.

O garoto levou alguns instantes para absorver a notícia. Olhou para a irmã como se a qualquer momento dissesse que era algum tipo de brincadeira. Mas [Nome] parecia estar tão ansiosa por sua reação quanto ele por sua confirmação.

Um sorriso surgiu em seu rosto. Podia sentir lágrimas surgindo em seus olhos com a notícia de que seria tio. No momento seguinte estava envolvendo a irmã em um abraço, enterrando a cabeça em seu ombro.

Kageyama estava tão feliz. Ele iria ser tio. Ele iria ensinar vôlei para seu sobrinho ou sobrinha. Ele…

Foi então que tão rápido quando Tobio abraçou [Nome] ele a soltou com um semblante sério.

— O que foi? — [Nome] perguntou sem entender o estranho e repentino comportamento do irmão.

— Se você está… — Kageyama deixou a frase no ar. Como se a completasse em pensamento — Isso quer dizer…

Hinata e Miwa ajeitavam a mesa quando ouviram o nome de Shoyo ser chamado. O tom não era muito amigável. 

Olharam para trás, apenas para ver Kageyama vindo de dentro da casa para a área com cara de poucos amigos enquanto chamava Hinata de idiota.

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muntik nang mapamura si miwa nang biglang bumuhos ang ulang kanina ay ambon lang. napahinto na lang siya sa gitna ng daan, walang payong dahil wallet lang ang laman ng bulsa niya.

balak niya lang naman kasing bumili ng meryenda, at ngayon na nga lang siuang sinipag hindi magpa-deliver, minalas pa.

babalik pa ba 'ko?

kung tutuusin, mas malapit na sa kaniya ng tindahan kaysa sa bahay nila. wala siyang masisilungan dahil puro punong maninipis ang nilalakaran niyang sidewalk. walang masyadong tao, at puro mga sasakyang dumaraan ang nakikita niya.

napahilamos siya ng mukha. bahala na nga!

akma siyang tatakbo na papunta sa tindahan nang may humila ng kamay niya. "ano—" bago pa siya makaalma ay inikot siya ng taong humila sa kaniya, as if she was a princess.

"ali," she reacted when she recognized the chuckles.

"hello, pretty!" alisa greeted. katulad niya, basang-basa na rin ng ito ng ulan. her pastel green sleeveless dress was hugging her body, panigurado ay nilalamig ito. hindi katulad niya na kahit basa ay naka-jacket na makapal at jogging pants.

"what are you doing here? tara na, lalamigin ka niyan."

muli, tumawa lamang si alisa. "shhh!" ang isang kamay nito ay kinuha muli ang kamay ni miwa, at ang isa ay inilagay sa beywang niya. she was looking intently at miwa's eyes, making her heart flutter.

"you're so—" hindi na natuloy ang sasabihin ni miwa at napailing na lang. she went along with alisa's dance without any music as they both got drenched.

"since when was the last time we danced?" alisa mumbled, still smiling.

"last month. in your room kasi inistorbo ko pagreview mo," sagot niya na nakapagpasimangot kay alisa. "sagutin mo ako, how did you even know i'm here?"

alisa shrugged, and once again, twirled miwa like a princess. "i took grab lang kasi kanina, punta sana ako sa inyo, eh i saw my crush so nagpababa ako agad."

miwa rolled her eyes. "may crush ka?"

her girlfriend nodded, giddy.

"marunong bang magshabu nang patago 'yan?"

"oh definitely! blacklisted siya sa barangay." she giggled.

napapikit si miwa. "you're so cute, alam mo ba 'yon?" she couldn't help it so she pinched her cheeks. "come on, baby," she urged, and this time, siya na ang nag-ikot dito.

and for more minutes, umiikot, sumasayaw, at nagtatawanan lang sila sa daan. they knew they were already getting looks from passerbys pero wala silang paki.

miwa put her hands on alisa's waist, as alisa put hers on her neck. nakatitig sa mata ng isa't isa habang sumasayaw sa musika ng hangin, and they both couldn't ask for more.

no one's in their world, sila lang.

"lagnatin sana kayo." and there's her brother to ruin it of course.

#miwalisa #miwa kageyama #alisa haiba #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #word vomit #rain #filipino #haikyuu #malandi sila #haikyuu filo

[lys-9-10]

Connection Ch. 8

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Preview

“Is he going to be okay?” a tearful voice asks from somewhere in Tobio’s distance consciousness. 

He knows that voice. It’s bright. Radiant. It’s the sun... 

“I’m not sure, Hinata-kun,” another voice answers shakily. “Pneumonia can get pretty bad.” That one's Miwa's voice . Tobio is angry with Miwa... Though he can't remember why.

There’s the sound of crying. Snuffling. And then shifting. Fabric rustling against fabric. Tobio thinks maybe someone just got drawn into a hug. Miwa probably did that. Miwa likes to hug. Tobio used to let Miwa hug him…

“I’m so ... so sorry,” sobs the voice that belongs to the sun. “It’s my fault ... That stupid game...” He hiccups loudly. There’s silence for a few beats, except for crying. Then, Miwa’s voice again. 

“Hinata …Obviously I’m really upset my brother has pneumonia. But, to be honest ... I’m also just really glad he has a friend. I didn’t know that he did.” 

Tobio has a friend?

That’s not right. Tobio doesn’t have any friends. The only person Tobio has is Kazuyo...

Kazuyo … He’s coming. He’s coming to watch… -------------------------------------

“Tobio?” Takeda-sensei’s face peeks out again from the wing entrance. “Has your grandfather arrived yet?”

Tobio bites his bottom lip. It’s already chewed raw. “No, sensei. But if we just wait a little longer...”

Takeda’s face is sad as he heaves a sigh. “Tobio, I’m very sorry. But we can’t wait any longer. It’s nearly time for the last performance. That will be you.” 

Tobio feels his face scrunch up. His bottom lip quivers. 

Takeda-sensei places a hand on his shoulder. “If you don’t want to dance, Tobio, I can talk to your partner. Maybe one of the other leads will go on with her.”  

“N-no. I want to dance.”Of course Tobio wants to dance. Tobio always wants to dance ... Dancing makes him happy. It makes all of them happy. Tobio, Kazuyo, Miwa...

But Tobio doesn’t feel happy right now. 

And as he goes out onto the stage, everything is wrong. His steps are wrong. His rhythm. His leads. 

Tobio’s partner glares up at him as he fumbles a move for the third time, causing her to bump into him. 

Tobio swallows the tears and keeps dancing. He keeps dancing through the hole in his chest.

And it’s terrible.

Everyone knows it’s terrible. 

When the medals are given out at the end, Tobio doesn’t receive one. He looks down at his own chest. It’s empty. Empty on top, where the medal should be. Empty on the inside, where that hole is ... Empty. Like Kazuyo’s seat. 

Kazuyo didn’t watch ... And why would he watch? Tobio was terrible. Nobody would want to watch Tobio when he was so terrible...  ---------------

Lindy Bout. It’s this Saturday.

What day is it? Fuck, how long has he been here? 

Heart racing, Tobio tries to push himself out of bed. He needs to get up. He needs to practise... 

He falls back onto the pillows with a pained grunt. His head is splitting. He’s hot. Too hot. And thirsty. Gods, he’s so thirsty ... His eyelids flutter heavily and he feels his consciousness slipping away again. 

No. No he can’t. 

Lindy Bout ... He has to get up. He has to practise ... He has to ... watch ... make him watch...  ------------

Tobio sits backstage, head buried in his knees. 

Kazuyo never came. And it was Tobio’s fault. He wasn’t worth watching. He didn’t win. 

Tobio feels a presence beside him—someone crouching down to his level. He jerks his head up, thinking it might be Kazuyo. 

But it isn’t Kazuyo. It’s only Takeda-sensei.

“Tobio-chan,” Takeda-sensei says, holding a cellphone out to him. “Your sister’s on the phone. She wants to talk to you.”  Takeda’s brow is furrowed. He looks concerned. Frightened, even.

“What is it?” Tobio presses, but Takeda just shakes his head.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Your sister will tell you.” 

Tobio stares at Takeda for a moment longer. Then, slowly, warily, he takes the phone and brings it to his ear.

Miwa’s sobs break through the line, hitting him like a shock of cold water. 

“Miwa??” Tobio gasps. “Miwa, what is it?” 

“Tobio.” Her voice is broken, racked with sobs. “It’s Kazuyo. He … I think he had a heart attack.”

“What?!” Tobio leaps to his feet. “Where is he?? Sensei”—his hand whips out and clutches Takeda’s arm. “Sensei, I need you to drive me to the hospital!” 

“No, Tobio,” Miwa’s voice cuts in, miserably. “He’s gone.” 

Tobio’s eyes fly open, a gasp ripping from his throat. 

Damn ... damn! He can’t sit up. It’s like he’s dead weight on this bed. Fucking damn it ... Lindy Bout is this Saturday. Fuck. Fuck, he has to move! 

Tobio frantically casts his gaze around the room. 

Miwa is in the corner. She’s slumped on Tobio’s desk, her eyes closed, her head lolling at what looks like an uncomfortable angle. Tobio tries to call out to her. To tell her to help him up. All that comes out is a groan. 

Tobio closes his eyes, silently cursing. 

Miwa … Miwa has to help him get up. Help him get to Lindy Bout… 

Tobio’s chest tightens. Remembrance settles in on him. And with it, cold, ugly bitterness. 

Miwa won’t help him. 

Even if he could call out to her, she wouldn’t help him. Miwa doesn’t care about Lindy Bout. She doesn’t care about dancing.  The shock of Tobio’s nightmare has sliced through the haze in his brain. He’s remarkably lucid now. And he remembers it all. 

Miwa quit. After Kazuyo died, she never danced again. 

Tobio forces his eyes open and glares at Miwa’s sleeping form. Miwa never cared ... She didn’t care that Lindy Hop was what Kazuyo loved. She didn’t care that he taught them both from the time they were toddlers. Passed on what he loved to them, like a precious gift. An heirloom to be protected. 

She just turned around and threw the heirloom in the trash. She didn’t care about Kazuyo ... She cried on the phone that day and she cried at the funeral. But after that, it was all smiles. Loathsome, plastic smiles as she asked Tobio how his day was. As she told him what was for dinner. As she suggested making fucking hottokeki like nothing had changed. Like they could just carry on normally. Like they hadn’t lost the only person that ever cared about them… ----------------

The sun is in his room again. Tobio can see his flaming orange hair through heavy, half-lidded eyes. 

He murmurs something to Miwa, asking about Tobio’s condition.

The sun is here for him … Tobio should feel grateful. He should welcome the sun’s closeness. His warmth. 

But Tobio just feels so, incredibly dark. 

The darkness is clawing at him from inside his ribcage. It’s ugly. Thick. 

And it’s a million miles away from the sun.

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A cozy day whit the kageyamas My piece for the Memory Lane zine that i forgot to put there :'D

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[thedumbasswitaphone]

kageyama siblings headcannon

Miwa can't drive to save her life like the first time she tried to drive tobio vomitted but kazuyo wasn't there so he let it slip saying miwa would learn( spoiler she never did)

Miwa and tobio do this thing where the make time and hangout every 2nd and 4th Saturday

Tobio can name half the makeup and hair brands he also can do hair and make up really good

(this one is from a fanfic I read so credits to the creator ) when miwa was 14 and tobio was 6 she tried to die both of there hair she tried bright pink while tobio got red . Miwa's hair was neon pinkish orange when she was done while tobio's was red here and their when she saw the result she screamed her lungs out she had to get it professionally dyed black for three weeks before the dye faded

#Kageyama siblings #Headcannon #Miwa kageyama #Tobio kageyama #The last like i said is from fanfic credits to og creator

[wannabe-amateur-writer]

Random Oikage scenario (or au, idk)

Oikawa is a beauty guru/ influencer and has a rather large platform and tons of fans. He often does partnerships with makeup and fashion brands until he is basically the face of the beauty and makeup industry.

Kageyama has a hidden talent for makeup that went undiscovered until Yachi and Kiyoko were in the mall and saw him with his sister Miwa looking around in a cosmetic shop and decided to greet him (and find out who this lady that he was keeping secret was!) He was tossing a ball around in the air, not paying attention but staying in close proximity of his sister who sometimes asked for his input.

When he heard his name being exclaimed, he almost dropped the ball out of surprise. You know how mothers somehow end up in long conversations? Yeah, this was how the three began chatting whilst Kageyama was kinda left out, not that he cared too much, this meant he could continue playing with his ball until he heard Miwa invite them over this weekend to hangout with them both. He wasn't too against it but moreso confused as to why he had to be there. Did that mean he could invite Hinata too so they could play volleyball together?

Turns out he could, they just wouldn't be playing volleyball. Instead, they both got dragged into Miwa's room to become their makeup test dummies.

Cue Hinata trying to lick the foundation because it was liquid. Cue Kageyama yelling at him for being a dumbass and throwing a beauty blender at him and telling him to dab it on his face. Hinata also ends up somehow breaking a gigantic lip balm because it was in the shape of the ball and his excuse being he wanted to spike it. Kageyama goes off on him telling him how that cost $35. Kiyoko and Yachi both laugh and are in awe of his makeup knowledge and upon asking, realise Miwa was the cause, although he "rarely ever played around with it", as he put it. Miwa rubs off the makeup already caking Hinata's face and asks Kageyama to "experiment a look on him".

End result: drag Queen Hinata.

Top it off with Miwa bringing out a long orange wig and tying it up in a high ponytail. The three are officially in absolute disbelief and accuse him of hiding this from them, to which he vehemently denies it. Hinata is just looking at himself in the mirror like: 🤨😉🤯

Kiyoko posts Hinata on her Instagram (I don't really see her as a TikTok person) and It. Blows. Up.

Cue them all bugging (forcing) Kageyama to start an Instagram, TikTok and eventually a YouTube channel to show off, give tutorials and tips on his makeup masterpieces. He's quite a small makeup artist, garnering around 100,000 fans, most of which are from English speaking countries so he's not well known in Japan, forcing him to get better at learning English, although he talks very minimally in his videos anyways (it's very rare he'll even speak in his TikTok's and Instagram posts). His whole personality and awkward demeanor adds to why his fans love him; it's refreshing from the overly confident, borderline cocky and arrogant personality that's rife in the beauty community. And when he starts speaking a few English words and phrases they explode with happiness and makes him appear even more amazing and rather cute, showing he wants to bond with his fans.

Hinata obviously makes regular appearances in his videos, as well as Sugawara, Yachi, Nishinoya and Tanaka. Kiyoko, Miwa, Daichi, Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita are the camera crew. Coach Ukai often gets Kageyama some makeup products after doing some research which Kags is very thankful for (also pays him back by spending a little extra in his store which Ukai picks up on and reprimands him)

(Hinata often gets teased due to the volleyball team seeing his Drag look.

(I feel Yamaguchi and Hinata have both been in a video together where Kageyama is doing a simplistic as well as a very dramatic look (simplistic on Yams, dramatic on Hinata (Hinata is now The Drag Queen)) and Tsukishima is in the background with the camera crew just being so sarcastic and Kageyama is just insulting him right back which makes the viewers want Tsukki in more videos as it makes Kageyama talk more. Eventually Kageyama can't deal with his snarky bullshit (the remark being how "the glowy and pink shit is so prominent, it takes the attention away from the 6 year old skill-level). Kageyama spins around, makeup brush in one hand, some sort of liquid makeup in the other, points to Tsukki with the brush like "fishsticks you better shut up or you're my next victim". This is all live, by the way. Hinata is all like "salty fries is too much of a coward, he'll never do it!" and just riling Tsukishima up, knowing he's getting more and more irritated and wanting to prove him wrong. It doesn't help that Yams is like "that's not gonna happen. Tsukki would never". Everyone's stifling their laughter. What hits the nail on the coffin is when Kageyama is like "nah, you're just worried that even makeup won't make you look good". Needless to say Tsukki without glasses on, concealer under his eyes, wingliner, bit of blush on his cheeks and highlight on his nose with some tinted red lipbalm is just elite)).

(Anyways!!!!!) One day Oikawa is mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, being his ever so judgemental self when he comes across a makeup look that's... Dramatic and like a unicorn just threw up. He likes it, loves it in fact. He clicks onto the live and doesn't really recognise Yachi whose face is being used to model the look but he hears the infamous "DUMBASS!" Followed by, "did you just spray setting mist into your mouth?!!!!" In an oddly familiar voice. Camera turns to reveal kageyama stalking towards a VERY familiar tangerine who looks confused as fuck.

"It tastes like vinegar"

"BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING EXPIRED!!!"

"Then why do you still have it lying around?!!"

"It was iN THE BIN!"

"IT LOOKED LIKE COCA COLA!!"

He's never clicked off of a live so fast in his life. His Tobio chan, former kohai, KNOWS HOW TO DO MAKEUP?!!!! Immediately clicks and scrolls through the entirety of Kageyama's account and what do you know, chibi chan looks decent in drag.

What really grinds his gears is how this is further proof that his former FUCKING KOHAI IS JUST FUCKING COPYING HIM!!! He sees that in Kageyama's TikTok bio he links a few accounts and the pinned videos on Yachi's reveal where it all began. She also recorded the first ever time Kageyama did makeup on Hinata, kick-starting his fame (and Hinata's ascent into drag). Okay so maybe his former kohai didn't necessarily copy him but Oikawa's still going to think that.

He decides to do a look almost identical to the one he saw on Kageyama's live and it goes viral, just like any other one of his looks. Iwaizumi just so happens to stumble upon it on his Instagram feed and goes into the comment section and after quite a lot of mindless scrolling (Oikawa doesn't get a lot of hate but the comments that do hate on him are the best roasts he's ever read) he stumbles upon a few comments which basically say "isn't this one of Kageyama's looks?" or "istg I've seen this on Tobio Kageyama's page!!" Eyebrows furrow at the mention of his former (would Kageyama be his kohai too???) teamate's name. He decides to check out Kageyama's account with surprisingly lots of makeup related posts. He goes onto TikTok as the look people were referring to wasn't on Instagram and low and behold he found a video of the near exact look. It was a snippet of the live and was posted about three weeks ago and since Oikawa's was posted within the last few days he realised that Shittykawa stole Kageyama's art, and pretty much got away with it since Kageyama was a tiny artist compared to Oikawa (also Kageyama is pretty clueless and doesn't really pay mind to other beauty artists).

Angry at his shitty friend, he confronts Oikawa and forces him to give Kageyama the credit he rightfully deserves in the post's caption as well as an apology video (that Kageyama will never actually see on his own). It was pretty half-assed and the word sorry never actually leaves his mouth but he does seem a little sheepish. Comments from his fans flood in with things like, "it's ok!!!", "Dont worry abt it", "at least u gave credit!" And "urs was much better anyways so u were basically critiquing it". Iwaizumi has none of it and responds with "the apology ain't for ya, your opinion doesn't matter and is invalid".

Eventually the Karasuno team sees the videos and jump into the comment section defending their king and battling it out with Oikawa's toxic fans (cough cough Tsukishima absolutely roasting them and saying things like how their king is just naturally gifted, and how Oikawa is basically a first draft and Kags being the finished product cough cough (obviously with fake accounts))

Kageyama's fans also get involved and tag him a bunch of times in the videos but he doesn't go onto his Instagram until the team and Miwa tell him to. He doesn't really care. However, he makes a remark in the identical makeup video saying 'ur going pretty far to try get my attention. Thx for the credit btw' without much thought to it. It makes steam pour out of Oikawa's ears when he randomly receives the notification during lunch causing iwaizumi to look over and choke on his food laughing. Since when did Kageyama develop a sense of humour????!???

Eventually the fans quite literally demand a collab after seeing the comment. It didn't help that Oikawa's volleyball team were relentless in teasing him about it and trying to push for the collaboration which Oikawa was vehemently against.

That was until a globally famous makeup brand asked for a partnership which included the two doing a collaboration. He hated the idea of working with his former kohai but this makeup brand was immensely popular that it could do absolute wonders to his future so he caved. He made iwaizumi write and send the message though (iwaizumi being super fucking cocky the entire time).

Kageyama receives the message and was just like: 😐 hm *shrugs shoulders and leaves him on read*. He wasn't intentionally being a prick, he just didn't care about makeup. He didn't even give it a second thought because it wasn't volleyball related. Iwaizumi cracks the fuck up to which Oikawa is kinda embarrassed but mainly pissed so he (RELUCTANTLY) spams chibi chan on Instagram about it who is also like: 😐 hm *shrugs shoulders and leaves him on read* Hinata definitely freaks out at first because the grand king contacted him!!! But his interest was fleeting because he also doesn't care if it's not volleyball related. Getting rather infuriated, he contacts Yachi on TikTok as a last resort.

"THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING TIME. WHY IS TOBIO CHAN AND HIS TEAM SUCH FUCKING PRICKS!?!!??"

Yachi freaks out, tells Kiyoko, Miwa and the boys who tell Kageyama, not realising he knew and he's like, "oh yeah, that. Meh". And they freak out, telling him how this will be amazing and he'll be working with a major makeup brand and then he's all like "do you guys wanna do it?" And they respond "Uhh YES?????" And then he says "oh, okay, cool, let's do it then" and goes back to the volleyball stuff with Hinata. It's then they realise he only ever really persued this for them and to find a bond with them outside of volleyball. He thinks of them all as a team and wanted them on board with it before going through with any decision (which is also why he ignored the message as it wasn't directed at all of them). It makes sense now why he uses them all as his models and credits them all. Cue to them definitely not feeling somewhat emotional at how considerate and compassionate their tyrant king has become.

Skip to collab. It's at Kageyama's house because Oikawa didn't really want him at his house but at the same time he didn't want to use Kags' setup but the Karasuno team got frustrated and told him to get his ass over to Kageyama's house.

He felt weird being there but maintained the facade (plus his cockiness). He's confused as to who Miwa is and how close she is to Kags (plus she uses his first name).

Jumps to the assumption that they're dating. A part of him is jealous, another part is like "how the fuck did he do that? How does he have a hot partner whilst I'm single?!!??"

Unfortunately Kageyama had to be in the video and had to put on makeup. HOWEVER they decided to spice it up by getting everyone else involved. They would blindfold the model and would use the makeup sent by the company to do a look on them and the person would guess who the artist was.

Oikawa couldn't believe it but he was actually?? Having?? Fun???

The fun was kinda ruined when Kageyama was doing the makeup on Miwa and had a small, genuine smile on his face whilst Miwa was making random comments (only the others were responding though). It was weird to Oikawa how Miwa immediately knew that Kageyama was her makeup artist so Oikawa leaned towards Mr Refreshing and asked him how long they've been dating? To which Suga furrows his brows and informs him that they're siblings.

Mild suprise takes over him, his kohai had a sibling? And did he just let out a sigh of relief????

Cue them fighting over a makeup brush because they both need it for their models. Cue them breaking it and having a mini argument over whose fault it was.

Oikawa 'accidentally' gets some mascara on Kageyama so he responds by squirting some lipstick onto Oikawa with the response "whoops, my bad" in the most monotonous, unapologetic tone ever (and is that a small smirk on his lips??) Oikawa gasps, followed by him whining at how his skin is very delicate and not prepped and how expensive his shirt was and how the lipstick may not come out and "TOBIO CHAN YOU DID NOT JUST ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!!"

This was also on live.

The team literally have to force them to get back to their models who were both confused and entertained.

Eventually once everyone's all made up only Oikawa and Kageyama are left. They decide to do each others' makeup and Oikawa hates to admit it but his former kohai is kinda talented.

This is a once in a lifetime experience so he does Lolita makeup on Kageyama. Photos are being taken left, right and centre particularly by Tsukishima who was dying of laughter. Hinata is pissed, yelling about how Kags is trying to go after his crown (which is absurd and he's not even in drag this time but E-boy).

Kageyama decides to make Oikawa Goth who is mortified. He'll never wear it again but he's just checking himself out in the mirror. One minutes it's, "I can rock any look" the next "TOBIO CHAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? HOW COULD YOU?!! AT LEAST I MADE YOU LOOK CUTE!!" and then it's back to "I'm so fucking hot, I was made for this!" Seijou is watching the live like: 🤣😑🙄😂🤣

Kageyama has enough of Oikawa's bipolar-ness and decides now would be a good time to test out the setting spray the company sent them. He sprays it all over Oikawa's makeup, essentially locking it in place. Apparently their new formula made it so that the makeup is unremovable for the next two hours. Oikawa rushes to grab the makeup wipes and makeup remover but to no avail. He's now beyond pissed. Seijou is fully enjoying this.

"I guess they weren't lying". Kageyama's comment sent Oikawa wrestling for the setting spray and spraying it all over Kageyama's face. The team is howling with laughter and not one tries stopping the pair.

They're both now stuck for the next two hours, however they get the idea that it's only fair the others are stuck too so they're going around trying to spray them. Items are thrown, Nishinoya and Hinata are used as shields which effectively starts more fights. It's not going good aND "WHY IS THE CAMERA STILL ON??!!"

It's every person for themselves until everyone has been sprayed. None of them think it's funny anymore. Asahi is shook up from the experience.

Miwa tries to fix it by suggesting playing a board game. Everyone ends up agreeing due to their competitive nature.

More chaos ensues. Chairs are thrown. Tears are spilled. And arguments are happening almost every other minute until no one is on civil terms with one another.

Daichi was out. Everyone watched on to see who would be left.

Oikawa wished he'd have left after the makeup. However it's him, his kohai and Nishinoya left and he refuses to lose.

Nishinoya was out. It was now him against Kageyama.

Before either of them could make a move, the board was thrown off the table, the pieces flying in all directions.

"NISHINOYA!!!"

"I DEMAND A REMATCH YOU CHEATERS!!", is all he screeched back, fingers raised accusingly at Kageyama and Oikawa who were dumbfounded.

Nishinoya then throws cushions at the two who immediately pair together to attack back. A pillow fight breaks out and surprisingly Oikawa and Kags decide to remain a pair to fight against the others (whilst also fighting each other every now and then). However this is Kageyama and I doubt this would interest him enough unless it meant beating Hinata (who just so happened to pair up with Miwa, Sugawara and Daichi) (Asahi has stayed out of this) so the two quickly forgot about Nishinoya and work on getting Hinata's group to surrender. Somehow they end up getting almost everyone to surrender; These are the two kings after all and they're a deadly force.

Miwa welcomes everyone to spend the night.

Although it was fun Oikawa instantly rejects to which Kags is relieved (both of them secretly a little disappointed by the others response).

From then on it's like an enemies to lovers but having to keep up the enemies facade only they're not at the same time. On Kageyama's end he's just apathetic and it doesn't occur to him to tell anyone about their progressing relationship. No one takes Oikawa's flirting and lovesick nicknames seriously because it's Oikawa and it only just fuels their competitiveness with each other when on court.

I wholeheartedly believe that if they were to get married, that's how everyone would find out they were in a relationship to begin with (minus Iwaizumi because I feel Oikawa would just talk nonstop about being in a relationship). They'd just receive a wedding invitation mailed to them and it's all like: !!!!!! 😱🤯🤯??!??!!

Anyways this was rather long. I would have loved to add more but if any stories are like this or anyone decides to write a story based off of anything from here, please tag me; I'd love to read them!!

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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟎𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a car accident took kageyama’s parents, his grandfather passed away years later, his sister sick in the hospital. this all took huge hits to kageyama, but he pushed forward, but it took a toll on his personality, causing him to become cold, which in turn caused him to be bullied. when in high school, he continued to be bullied, but when a bully sees it’s not enough, they create a rumor. it reaches his team and they don’t know who to believe. they become distant from him. tsukishima was the only one to take his side because he knew it wasn’t true, but even with tsukishima’s support, the blond still held onto the raven.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the three things, at different times, that causes kageyama to break.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst/comfort/fluff

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tsukishima Kei/Kageyama Tobio

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 14+

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐜: 1558

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of death, mentions of blood, fever reducer overdose.

March 3, 2002– 6 years old

The sky was darker than ever as the rough storm raged on. The small Kageyama only watched from his window as he jumped at the sound of loud thunder. “Tobio, you shouldn’t be sitting so close to the window in this storm.” Miwa said as she picked him up.

“When’s mom and dad coming back?” he asked. “Probably not until tomorrow with this storm getting worse by the hour.” Miwa answered. “Hopefully they’re not stupid enough to try and drive through this.”. Kageyama only hummed with a sad look.

“I’m sure they’ll be back tomorrow, no need to worry about them.” Miwa said, “Now, it’s time for bed.” she said, bringing him to his room. “I’m sure they’ll be back tomorrow morning for you to come greet ok?” She assured him, and Kageyama believed him.

“Two dead in a head on collision. The victims, — Kageyama and — Kageyama.” The reporter said on the TV the next morning. Kageyama watched with tears in his eyes. Kazuyo, his grandfather, turned the TV off. Miwa hugged her little brother as he cried, Kazuyo hugged them both. “I’ll take care of you two.” He said.

November 16, 2010– 13 years old

Kageyama looked around the audience, he had really hoped that his grandfather or sister would come and watch his game. He frowned when he didn’t see either of the Kageyama’s. He just went back to his game.

Towards the end, he caught a glimpse of his sister, she was putting on a happy smile to fool him. But, with being with her for so long he knew it was fake and that she was upset. ‘Is something going on?’ Kageyama questioned. He would ask when the game finished, but it still lingered more and more.

Could it be about his grandfather? He knew he was sick, but he didn’t know when he could get better or worse. Once the game ended, his team won. He left them a few minutes later as he went to meet his sister quickly, she was waiting in the hallway.

“Hey!” He said as he hugged her. “I don’t wish to spoil your mood, you just won your game, but I have some bad news.” Miwa said. “Just tell me.” Kageyama said he was a bit prepared for it. Miwa sighed, “Grandpa passed away an hour ago.”. Kageyama froze, “I was with him when he took his last breath.” she said.

Kageyama frowned, his bottom lip quivering. He hid his face in his sister’s arms. “I’m sorry, Tobio. I know how much you loved him.” She said, hugging him tightly. Kageyama was quiet as he cried. Miwa rubbed the back of his head gently, she knew this was just another hit to the boy.

January 23, 2011– 14 years old

“This is Miwa Kageyama, if you’re getting this message then that means I can’t reach the phone right now.” Kageyama sighed lightly until the beed. “Hey, Miwa. I was calling to ask if you wanted to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight. Call me back soon.” He said before hanging up.

He sighed as he leaned against the wall outside the gym. Volleyball was about to start, he didn’t look forward to it as much as he did before. He didn’t have any friends, his teammates bullied him, and he honestly became pretty cold during this time since his grandfather’s passing.

He sighed as he went inside the gym, he noticed the eyes look at him as he just went to practice on his own. He practiced by himself by setting the ball against the wall inside the gym while he heard everyone else practicing with each other.

He wasn’t bothered by it, what could he do? Let himself be bullied just to practice with the others. ‘They wonder why we’re so off pitch during games. If you don’t practice with the setter then you’re not going to be able to be in sync.’ Kageyama thought.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as a thud of a volleyball hit the ground behind him. Kageyama just stood there as he heard laughing, “Whoops! My bad, I didn’t know my serve was so bad!” One of the players said.

Kageyama turned his head to look at them, “Then practice, if you don’t you’ll never get better.” He growled. He could see the player tense. Kageyama looked away and went back to practicing by himself, but he knew eyes were on him, the player did it on purpose and he knew that.

But, they were whispering because they didn’t get the reaction they wanted. Kageyama set the ball against the wall for the rest of practice as everyone just ignored him. Once it was over and Kageyama had already changed, he grabbed his bag and left the gym.

He was greeted by Kindachi, Kunimi, and another kid. Kageyama tried to get around him until his uniform jacket was grabbed and he was pulled against the wall. “Oi-!” Kageyama glared. “Why in such a hurry?” The kid gave a smile.

“Am I not allowed to go home after school or something? Even if I’m in a hurry it’s none of your business about my life outside of school.” Kageyama said. “So you’re just wanting to get home to mommy huh? What run to her and tell her someone hit you with a volleyball? After all, you're a momma’s boy. Think no one saw you last year.” He said.

Kageyama felt his anger boil as he clenched his fist. “That wasn’t my mother, you piece of shit.” He said. “You don’t need to deny it, everyone knows it wa-” He was cut off by a fist hitting him to the ground.

He raised his fist again as he stood over the boy and hit him again. Kindaichi and Kunimi stepped away. A teacher who was still on duty pulled Kageyama off of him. “All 4 of you are going to the principal's with me right now.” She said.

Kageyama was now sitting across the room with the nurse bandaging his hands. “So, please explain what happened?” The principal asked. No one in the room spoke to answer. Kageyama had a scowl on his face while the other three shifted in their seats.

“Um..” Kindaichi started. “Well, — said something that caused Kageyama to hit him. After the first comment I could see he was getting angry.”. “What was the comment about?” The principal asked. “About his mother last year.” Kindaichi answered.

The principal sighed heavily. He then looked at Kageyama. “I see where the issue is.” He said. “Issue? The issue here is that he full on attacked me-” “You had it coming. I believe this is not my place to say but that woman was not his mother, that was his sister.” The principal said.

“Then he should have said something.” “I did, you called me a f*cking lair.” Kageyama said with a low growl. “You never said she was your sister!?” “Enough.” The principal intervened. “Both of you are getting a 4-day suspension. Kindaichi, Kunimi. Detention for 4 days, which means no volleyball club until detention is over.” he said.

“Yes sir.” They all grumbled. “Go home. You’re all dismissed.” he said. Kageyama grabbed his bag quickly and took off out the door. He almost ran home, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to be at the school, it’s because he still hadn’t gotten a response from Miwa.

He unlocked the door quickly and rushed inside, “Miwa!” He called out her name, but no response. He looked around downstairs first, finding nothing he searched upstairs until he found her by her door.

Her phone was on and it seemed she was trying to call someone, but she only managed to get the call app opened. She was on the floor, Kageyama knelt down quickly. “Onee-San!” He yelled, shaking her a bit. He noticed a bit of blood under her nose.

Kageyama grabbed her phone and quickly called an ambulance, everything past that was a blur. His sister was now in the hospital sick and unconscious from an overdose of fever reducers, that was what he was told. He stayed in the hospital until he was informed he had to leave because visiting hours were over.

Kageyama could only nod and walk home, as he was walking he felt drops of rain hit him, the chill feeling making him look up at the dark sky that got darker as storm clouds rolled in. He sighed, “great…” he muttered as he continued walking, he would take a bus, but he didn’t have his bus ticket or any money on him.

As soon as he got home he just locked the door, threaded up to his room, changed into some dryer clothes and laid down on his bed. First his parents, then his grandfather, and now his sister. He shoved his face into his pillow, silent sobs came from him, he was alone now, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. These only changed him for the worst. He already had a hard time trying to express himself, this only made him irritable and cold. Soon enough it affected his social life harshly. Then, before graduating junior high he got his horrid title. The King of The Court.

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