Cupid’s On A Whim…

… Love is in the air Interactive Fanfiction by @adoresia

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TELL THE ANGELS NO… 💌

SIA’s VALENTINS EVENT | GAME INSTRUCTIONS !

꣑ৎ YOURS SINCERELY ★ Kageyama :: Hinata :: Kenma :: Kuroo :: Bokuto :: Nishinoya

Hello! Cupid here ,

Welcome to Secret Admirer where it becomes YOUR mission to figure out which lovestruck fool slipped a letter into your hands !

꣑ৎ How It Works :

You will recieve multiple love letters, however obviously the sender remains a mystery…

Read through each letter carefully and look for hints which might reveal the writer’s identity!

Once you’ve read the one you picked you make your guess as to who it’s from

When you’ve picked a name from the list the person you picked will respond, but will they confirm or deny it…?

If you are right, let’s just say you won’t get an easy answer. But if you’re wrong…oh dear thats a bit embarrassing isn’t it?

Judging by their answer you’ll get an option to pick if you definitely think its them or if you would like to restart.

꣑ৎ RULES :

— There is no going back once you’ve made your guess! unless you replay the game or want to chose a different letter! obviously since there are like 5 letters you can do them all one at a time.

— Not everything is as it seems. Some hints might mislead you, and some reactions might not be what you expect ! So even if you think you got it right.. think again.

— Make sure to remember which letter your reading! As it is crucial for one of the options.

signed with love,

- Sia

Ready to uncover the truth?

[ START ] — (main event post)

p.s guys don’t scroll all the way down on this page 🥲🥲 You’ll end up spoling yourself since they were all posted at once 💔 AND! Don’t follow this blog… I mean you can if you really want but I think you’d rather follow @adoresia instead! heh

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Hai hello! If you don’t mind me asking where do you think you’re going 😡

If I recall correctly I remember saying DO NOT scroll past the pinned post! You’ll ruin the story 😞

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

You drop the letter between you. It lands with a soft thud against the desk right beside his arm, but he doesn’t even flinch. Just keeps playing. Thumbs moving idly over the buttons while his posture relaxed in the lazy effortless way it always does. “So” you start.

“So….” he echoes, dragging the syllables as he avoids you gaze but still in a way he’s barely paying attention. You tilt your head. “It’s you isn’t it?” There’s a flicker of movement; his finger hesitated for half a second over the controls, a blink that lingered maybe a fraction too long. But he doesn’t deny it. Just exhales through his nose, shoulders rising and falling as he continues tapping away at his game. “Well I didn’t actually think you’d actually figure it out” he mutters. “So… yeah.” You blink. “That’s it? No dramatic reveal?” He shrugs still not looking at you. “Did you want confetti? I don’t really have that just laying around…”

“Well, maybe a little?” You nudge his arm. “A grand speech? a standing ovation maybe?” Finally he pauses. His fingers still, the game idling on screen. He turns his head slightly while his eyes flickered toward you, his face unreadable. “What. you want me to…?” He stops, frowns slightly, then exhales. “You actually want that?” You shrug. “I mean, a tiny bit of romance wouldn’t hurt.”

He stares. Blinks once. Then lets out the heaviest sigh like this is physically draining him. With exaggerated sluggishness he sets his game down beside him, turning more fully toward you. and then without changing his expression he leans in just a little close, enough that you can see the faintest hint of pink dusting his ears. His voice when he finally speaks is flat, dry, and completely devoid of any grand declaration. “Will you. Be my valentines…ew.” he deadpans. “Don’t make it a big deal, I said it now.”

You burst out laughing. “That was the worst confession ever.” He smiles a little, picking his game back up like nothing happened. “Yeah.” he murmurs, eyes back on the screen. “But it worked right?”

You pause.

maybe he was right.

well done!! You guessed who it was :3 If you got it first try you get a standing ovation 👏🏾 <- there. Anyways go guess the others now Lol

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

Bokuto stares. You stare back.

Something flickers across his face. uncertainty? or was it hesitation. His hands flex at his sides like he’s fighting some kind of internal battle. Then slowly his gaze flickers to the letter still clenched in your grip.

“…Would it be bad if it was me?” His voice is quieter now and softer, so wildly different from his usual booming confidence.

The shift catches you off guard. You’d expected him to explode with excitement, not this?You could feel the nervous energy rolling off of him in waves. You glance at the letter, then back at him. His fingers are twitching again, but this time, it’s not from overwhelming excitement. It’s something else.

Anticipation.

Hope?

Your chest tightens. “Bokuto,” you say slowly. “Was it you?”

Then after what feels like a century he exhales sharply, ruffling his already messy hair.

“Yeah.” His lips press together, like he’s bracing for impact. “It was me.”

The confession hangs between you, weighty and real. He shifts on his feet, eyes flickering to your face. “I wasn’t sure how to, y’know… say it without making it weird. And I figured if I wrote it down, at least I couldn’t mess it up right?” He lets out a shaky laugh while rubbing the back of his neck. “But I dunno, maybe I did mess it up, and now you’re all awkward, and I—”

“You didn’t mess it up.”

He stops mid-ramble.

His mouth opens, but no words come out. His breath hitches slightly. “Wait… really?”

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah.”

For a moment he doesn’t move. He just blinks, processing.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!”

Before you can react he grabs you by the shoulders, shaking you gently like he’s trying to make sure he isn’t dreaming. His entire face lights up bright.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—DOES THIS MEAN—” He lets out an excited yell, literally jumping in place. “OH MY GOD, I’M A GENIUS—WAIT—YOU ACTUALLY LIKED IT?!”

You laugh, nodding again. “Yeah Yeah I liked it or whatever.”

He collapses forward, throwing his arms around you in a full-body tackle of a hug, nearly knocking the air out of you. “Okay so will you marry me or not?”

“pardon?”

well done!! You guessed who it was :3 If you got it first try you get a standing ovation 👏🏾 <- there. Anyways go guess the others now Lol

[ RESTART ]

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

You stare at him as frustration bubbles up in your chest. However, he continues to act like the world’s most annoying mystery. The way he leans against you, all relaxed and smug; makes it impossible to ignore that stupid grin of his.

“Why are you dragging this so far.” you mutter while glaring at him. “You’re not even answering me straight.”

He grins wider, you wonder if that was even possible, and then gives you a playful squeeze around the shoulder. “Oh be for real. What’s the fun in giving you the answer so easily?” He winks again… and then again… and then again?And then you just want to smack him.

But then something shifts. His expression falters just the slightest bit and his gaze flickers away as if he’s trying to hide something. The breath you didn’t even know you were holding gets caught in your throat.

Wait. Did you just?

“Wait a second,” you say slowly, narrowing your eyes at him. “You…”

His confident smile falters again, this time just a bit more noticeably. His arm tightens around your shoulders, but the hand feels warmer and less playful now. His lips twitch like he’s about to say something but stops himself.

“Noya. Are you seriously saying it’s not you?” you press, your voice low and steady, but your heartbeat is louder now; thudding in your chest like a drum.

And for the briefest moment he freezes, and then suddenly bursts out laughing, letting go of you completely. “Okay fine, You caught me!” he exclaims, flinging his arms wide. “It was me! I did write it. Happy now? Yeah I know you are.”

Your face flushes, heat crawling up your neck and to the tips of your ears. “You motherfucker,” you mutter, but you can’t completely hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Why didn’t you just say so? You had me thinking I was stuck in a never ending loop of you winking at me.”

“Because where’s the fun in that?” he shoots back with another fuckass wink, one hand still resting casually on the back of your chair, his whole demeanor radiating energy.

You stare at him for a moment, trying to work through the sudden rush of emotions flooding your chest: surprise, flustered embarrassment, and… something else, something that feels too confusing to pin down. Before you can make sense of it, he throws his arm around you again, tugging you closer.

“Well, now you know, and you know what?” he says, grinning ear to ear. “If you really liked it, I might write you another one.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “And what if i didn’t?”

“Yeah, don’t lie to me. I know you did,” he says, and this time it doesn’t feel like a cocky statement. It’s just… something else, quieter, softer, like he’s looking at you differently.

Your heart skips a beat. He doesn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he does.

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

You drop the letter onto Kenma’s desk. It lands on the smooth surface with a faint thwap, sliding slightly before coming to a stop near his arm. “I’m guessing this is yours then.” He doesn’t even flinch. His fingers move fluidly across his console, like second nature. The screen reflects in his eyes, too sharp and too focused. Completely disinterested in whatever you’re trying to accuse him of. “No, it’s not,” he says flatly while not even missing a beat.

You wait.

The soft click of the buttons fills the awaiting silence. His shoulders remain hunched and his face is unreadable. His attention was still locked onto whatever virtual battlefield he was conquering.

So you wait longer, maybe giving him the impression that you think he’s lying will get him to confess right?

“…Are you sure?”

A sharp sigh. Kenma finally presses pause — which is a big deal, to him atleast. His thumbs hover over the buttons for a moment reluctantly, before he slowly sets the console down beside him. His gaze flickers to the letter, then to you. “Does it sound like me?” You hesitate. The note had been sweet, but not overly so. A little blunt in some parts but… warm. There were no dramatic flourishes, no excessive exclamation points, just… words.

“Well… kinda?” Kenma squints. Slowly. The kind of slow deadpan expression that makes you feel like you just said the dumbest thing in the world. “Really?” His voice was as dry as overcooked rice. “Sounds like a lot of effort.”

His fingers twitch, literally itching to pick his game back up. You can see the exact moment he decides this conversation isn’t worth his time because he immediately leans back in his chair and unpauses the screen.

“It wasn’t me” he says, monotone, not even looking at you anymore. Then after a beat, like an afterthought, he mumbled under his breath “But uh. Good luck with that I guess.” You stare, then drag a hand down your face.

Well.

That was the worst dead end yet.

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

You exhale, watching as he fidgets under your stare. “Bokuto.” His shoulders snap up. “Yeah?”

“I’m struggling here.”

Silence.

A long drawn-out pause where he just blinks, mouth slightly agape like his brain is still catching up. Then as if your words finally register, he groans and deflates on the spot.

“UGH. No… It wasn’t me…” He throws his hands in the air, head tilting back in pure exasperation. “BUT NOW I WISH IT WAS! WHO THE HELL BEAT ME TO IT?!” Before you can even react, he snatches the letter from your hands and squints at it like he’s searching for hidden clues. His nose wrinkles. “Tch. Weak ass punctuation.” He flips it over, inspecting every inch. “Whoever wrote this didn’t even use dramatic underlining? No exclamation points?! Where’s the passion?!”

You sigh. “Bokuto, that’s not—”

“I HAVE TO OUT-LOVE-LETTER THEM.” He claps a hand on your shoulder, eyes burning with sheer determination. “GIVE ME LIKE, TWENTY MINUTES.” You groan, already regretting this entire conversation. “Bokuto?” “NO, WAIT. THIRTY MINUTES. I NEED TO MAKE IT PERFECT.”

You bury your face in your hands as he sprints off, already shouting about finding a pen.

Absolute chaos.

Well.. that was embarrassing! back to the beginning you go 😔

[ RESTART ]

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

You feel the heat creeping up your neck as he leans in, clearly having too much fun with your confusion. His mischievous grin hasn’t faltered for a second, and you’re still trying to figure out how you got roped into this in the first place.

“So, still think it’s me?” he teases, his breath warm against your skin as he practically radiates energy, not a care in the world. But this time it feels different. Something about him… just feels off.

“Noya please. Your actually making me go crazy,” you mutter, scowling. “Can you just tell me? was it actually you?”

He shrugs, looking so casual about it all, like he doesn’t realize you’re about to lose your mind. “What’s the fun in being straight with you huh? I thought you liked the mystery,” he says, his tone a little too light.

But as you look at him, closer more focused, you can see the faintest glimmer of doubt in his eyes. Just a flash, like he’s trying to cover something up.

“Noya.” you say, narrowing your gaze. “You didn’t write it did you?”

There’s a flicker of hesitation in his expression. A flicker you catch just a bit too easily.

His usual brash grin falters, but only for a second. Eyes darting to the side, his shoulders tensing slightly. You see it; the uncertainty. The fact that he’s trying to keep his cool but not doing a very good job of it. The realization hits you like a slap in the face.

“It wasn’t you… was it?” you ask again, a little more quietly this time.

He freezes. Just for a moment. But then he lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to brush it off. “yeah…nope! Not me!” He says it too quickly, too convincingly, and yet you can hear the awkwardness in his voice now.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your shoulders slumping. “You’re such a pain.”

His grin returns, but it’s not as sure now. It’s more like a mask he’s trying to force back on. “BUT I’d totally do something way cooler than that letter if it was me. You’d love it, just wait,” he says, his voice bouncing back into that cocky tone, but it’s laced with an undercurrent of something… almost embarrassed.

You stare at him, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and confusion in your chest. Something’s not right here. You shove the letter back into his hands, the heat in your face intensifying. “Forget it. I’ll find out who wrote it myself,” you mutter, walking away before you can completely process the mess of emotions suddenly swirling in your gut.

And you can feel his eyes on you, just a little too quiet now. He doesn’t call after you. Not this time. But you can’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he’s feeling more than he lets on.

Well.. that was embarrassing! back to the beginning you go 😔

[ RESTART ]

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BOKUTO KŌTARŌ?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

February 14th, 11:03AM :

You don’t even have to go looking for Bokuto; he finds you first “HEY!” His voice booms across the hall before you can even get a word out. He jogs up, practically vibrating with excitement. “You’ve got that look on your face! What’s up?!” You take a steadying breath while gripping the letter tightly in your hand. “Was it you? The letter?”

He blinks.

Then he gasps. Loudly.

“WAIT! YOU THINK I WROTE YOU A LOVE LETTER?! THAT’S…WAIT. HOLD ON. THAT WOULD BE SO COOL. BUT ALSO? WAIT…”

His hands flail in every direction fingers twitching with nervous energy. He’s pacing now, like he physically cannot stand still. You could feel the excitement buzzing off of him in waves.

“I mean, I could have! I totally would have! But like, what if I didn’t? Or what if I did but I forgot I did?! Okay now im getting overstimulated…”

He stops suddenly, turning back to you with wide eyes, breathless. His voice drops an octave, turning unexpectedly hesitant.

“…But, uh, if I did write it, would you… like that?”

The sheer contrast from chaotic flailing to shy sincerity leaves your brain short-circuiting. You stare.

He stares back.

You’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know the answer himself.

Well then... do you really think it was him? (no = back to letter)

LETTER 1: Yes | No.

LETTER 2: Yes | No.

LETTER 3: Yes | No.

LETTER 4: Yes | No.

LETTER 5: Yes | No.

LETTER 6: Yes | No.

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NISHINOYA YŪ?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

February 14th, 11:03AM :

“OH HO!!! SO YOU THINK IT WAS ME, HUH?!”

Noya practically vibrates with energy, jabbing a finger at you like you’ve just challenged him to a fucking duel. There’s a wild mischievous edge to his grin, like he’s thoroughly enjoying whatever ridiculous game he’s playing.

You stare at him unimpressed. “I have to admit I do have a way with words” he boasts, puffing out his chest like he’s just been knighted for his literary prowess.

You sigh. “Wait. So was it actually you?”

He leans back slightly, crosses his arms and winks. A fucking wink. “That’s the question of the century isn’t it?”

You narrow your eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets!” he declares wagging a finger like some wise old sage. You cross your arms tapping your foot. “So you’re saying you didn’t write it?”

For a split second; just the briefest flicker, his smirk falters. You see it. You definitely see it. But before you can call him out he’s already back to grinning, shifting gears at full speed as he throws an arm around your shoulders and tugs you in like a partner in crime.

“Let’s just say this…” he leans in, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. His breath is warm against your ear and his tone is so unnecessarily mysterious it almost makes you regret saying anything in the first place. “If I had written it… would you be into it?”

Your brain stutters. Just for a second. Heat creeps up your neck, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. Instead you shove him off with a scowl. “You’re so annoying.”

You groan, rubbing your temples. Now you’re even more confused. And judging by the way he’s still grinning, that was exactly his plan.

Well then... do you really think it was him? (no = back to letter)

LETTER 1: Yes | No.

LETTER 2: Yes | No.

LETTER 3: Yes | No.

LETTER 4: Yes | No.

LETTER 5: Yes | No.

LETTER 6: Yes | No.

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KENMA KOZUME?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

February 14th, 11:03AM :

Kenma doesn’t even look up from his Switch when you confront him. His thumbs continually tap against the buttons of his console, expression unreadable. “Huh. You think it’s me?” His voice is quiet, flat. as if he didn’t put any effort into saying it. You nod. “Well… was it?” he lifts his gaze, eyes flicking toward you but his face remains completely neutral. Then he shrugs. “Sure. If you want it to be.” You blink. “Wait, what?” He’s already looking back down, fingers resuming their steady rhythm on the buttons. “What?”

“That’s not an answer hello?”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

You stare at him. He stares at his screen. There is no way to tell if he’s being serious.

Well then... do you think it was really him? (no=go back)

LETTER 1: Yes | No.

LETTER 2: Yes | No.

LETTER 3: Yes | No.

LETTER 4: Yes | No.

LETTER 5: Yes | No.

LETTER 6: Yes | No.

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

At this point, you don’t even try to hold back your grin. He knows. You know. And he knows you know. Hinata groans, tipping his head back, completely flustered. “UGH, OKAY FINE! IT WAS ME!” The confession bursts out of him like a popped balloon, and instantly his hands fly up to cover his face. He peeks through his fingers, voice dropping to a very small, a very nervous mumble.

“…You can laugh at me by the way… I should’ve never listened to kageyama.”

Your chest tightens he looks so nervous, so vulnerable. Like he’s bracing for impact. You shake your head while reaching out to tug his hands away from his face.

“Hinata, I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t like it.”

He stares at you. Then all at once, every emotion he’s been holding back detonates. His entire body erupts into motion grabbing you by the shoulders, shaking you with pure excitement. “WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. DOES THAT MEAN?!” His entire face glows, eyes wide golden and dazzling. Mouth not able to keep up with his thoughts. “DOES THAT MEAN?DO YOU?YOU…”

You’re laughing too hard to answer.

Which unfortunately he takes as confirmation.

“OH MY GOD YOU LIKE ME BACK! WAIT, DON’T SAY IT YET. WAIT LET ME REMEMBER THIS FOREVER.” And then without another word he takes off sprinting. Literally running in circles arms flailing, because there is too much emotion in his body and no other way to release it.

You just watch him go, shaking your head.

Yeah. You definitely picked the right person.

well done!! You guessed who it was :3 If you got it first try you get a standing ovation 👏🏾 <- there. Anyways go guess the others now Lol

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

“WHAT?! IT’S NOT ME!” Hinata practically screams the second you accuse him. You blink. “So… not you?”

“NO!!!”

His face is so red it looks like he’s about to explode, gripping the letter like it personally wronged him. “BUT THIS IS TOTALLY SOMETHING I WOULD DO, HUH?” You hesitate. ”…A little.” He groans, hunched over in despair. “UGHHH, I KNEW MY ENERGY SCREAMS ‘WOULD WRITE A LOVE LETTER!”

Then he pauses. “…Wait. Hold on. Who did write it?” You shrug. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” He squints. ”…Should I be worried? Is this, like, my competition??”

Now he’s overthinking it. Great.

Well.. that was embarrassing! back to the beginning you go 😔

[ RESTART ]

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HINATA SHOYO?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

February 14th, 11:03AM :

The second you bring it up, Hinata freezes. Like, completely. His entire soul leaves his body.

“ME?!” His voice cracks instantly. “WHAT? YOU THINK I—?! AHAHAHAHA. HAH. WOW. THAT’S SO? CRAZY?? THAT’S WILD. HAH.”

He’s laughing, but it’s forced and high-pitched, and you can see the tips of his ears burning red. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, fingers twitching. His whole body is tense, like he’s debating whether to bolt or collapse.

“I mean, like, I could have written it yeah!” He’s nodding way too fast. “But like, also, what if I didn’t? Y’know? Maybe it seems like me, but maybe that’s just because I talk a lot and uhhh — ”

You raise an eyebrow. “So you didn’t write it?” He swallows. Hard. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“UHHH. AHAHAHA. YOU’RE REALLY GONNA PUT ME ON THE SPOT LIKE THAT HUH?!” His voice definitely just cracked again.

His palms are visibly sweaty. You’re not sure if he’s flustered because he did write it or because he really wants you to think he did…

Well then... do you really think it was him? (no = back to letter)

LETTER 1: Yes | No.

LETTER 2: Yes | No.

LETTER 3: Yes | No.

LETTER 4: Yes | No.

LETTER 5: Yes | No.

LETTER 6: Yes | No.

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

You slap the letter onto Kageyama’s desk.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m talking about kags. This is yours, right?” He stares at it. Stares at you. Stares at it again. Then, dead serious:

“…No.”

Silence.

You narrow your eyes. “Are you sure?” He frowns, taking the letter gingerly, as if it might explode. He reads it like it’s an exam question he doesn’t understand. “I… don’t write like this,” he mutters. Then, after a long pause: “…Wait. Do I?”

He genuinely looks confused. Like he’s questioning his entire existence.

“Kageyama, if you wrote this, you’d know.”

“Right. Yeah. I would.” He nods. Then blinks.

“…But what if I did and I forgot?”

You groan.

“Okay, so it’s not you?”

“No.” He pauses, frowning at the paper again. Then, quieter:

“…But now I wanna know who it is, too.”

Now you’re both standing there, clueless.

Well.. that was embarrassing! back to the beginning you go 😔

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WELL IS IT A YES?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

Kageyama freezes the second you smack the letter down in front of him. Full System Shutdown. He stares. Blinks. Opens his mouth. Closes it. Looks like he might just walk into the ocean. “So.” You cross your arms. “It’s you, isn’t it? I’m not giving up now you might aswell just admit it”

Silence.

Then while his head is turned away from you, he nods. You wait for him to say something. Anything.But then he clears his throat. Tries. Fails. Tries again, a hoarse “…Yeah.” finally escaping him.

Then more silence. You raise an eyebrow. “That’s it?” His jaw tightens. He looks physically in pain from how hard he’s thinking. “I didn’t think you’d figure it out so fucking fast.” He frowns. “Or that you’d actually … ask.”

“What, you thought I’d just ignore it?”

He shrugs, looking away. “I dunno. Maybe.” For someone so competitive, he looks terrified right now. “And if I did?” you ask. He hesitates. “Then… at least I tried.” You stare at him. Then sighed “You’re such a dork.”

“Excuse you?”

You poke his forehead. “I like dorks, though.”

Red. His whole face. Bright, tomato red.

And then he short-circuits.

well done!! You guessed who it was :3 If you got it first try you get a standing ovation 👏🏾 <- there. Anyways go guess the others now Lol

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO?!… 💌

{ Main Event Post }

February 14th, 11:03AM :

After class you quikcly find yourself confronting Tobio, no better time than the present right? He blinks at you. Once. Twice. You swear you can hear the Windows XP error noise in his brain. “…Huh?” His voice is flat. His expression is unreadable. “Me? You think I sent you a valentine’s letter?” You nod.

He just stares at you. Like you just accused him of arson.

“…No.”

Silence.

“Wait…” You frown. “Just no? That’s it?”

Kageyama’s ears burn bright red. His arms cross stiffly over his chest, his posture so tense it looks physically painful.

“I mean? uh well…I just? erm” His words trip over each other, his gaze darting everywhere except at you. Then finally:

“WELL? WHY WOULD YOU THINK IT’S ME?!”

You jump backwards. “HELLO? WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING AT ME?… It just seemed like something you’d write?? fuck...”

His face scrunches up. His foot scuffs against the floor. He looks like he’s going through at least five stages of grief.

“…Well, maybe I would write something like that,” he mutters, voice barely above a grumble. “But that doesn’t mean I did…”

Great. Now you really don’t know.

Well then... do you think it was really him? (no = back to letter)

LETTER 1 : Yes | No.

LETTER 2 : Yes | No.

LETTER 3 : Yes | No.

LETTER 4 : Yes | No.

LETTER 5 : Yes | No.

LETTER 6 : Yes | No.

LOCK IN YOUR ANSWER!!