you and kageyama reuniting after a breakup.
the biting november wind whipped around you, tugging at the collar of your coat as you waited at the bus stop. the city lights blurred through the rain-streaked window of the small shelter, casting a hazy glow on the damp pavement. you had just finished a good book in your local library-which was suprisingly a bittersweet moment.
then, he appeared, a figure emerging from the swirling rain, a familiar silhouette under the dim streetlights. taller, broader, the lines of his face sharper, more defined, yet undeniably him. kageyama tobio. the years had etched a maturity onto his features, softening the sharp edges of his youthful intensity. he was still undeniably him, though, the same intensity that used to be overwhelming now holding a quiet strength.
your eyes met across the bustling bus stop, a silent recognition passing between you that transcended the years. time seemed to stop. the city noise faded into a muted hum, leaving only the sound of your own breaths, the rhythmic drumming of the rain against the shelter's roof. he looked different; more mature, the sharp edges of his youth softened by time and experience. he stood a few feet away, his usual stoic expression slightly softened, a hint of surprise in his usually focused eyes.
ths wasn't supposed to happen. a chance encounter at a random bus stop? definitely not on your bingo card. but as he walked towards you-his usual intensity tempered with an unexpected gentleness-you found yourself unable to look away. the years had changed you both, and maybe, just maybe, this unexpected reunion was the start of something new. something more than just painful memories. Something...real.
the once intense, almost frightening focus in his eyes was now tempered with a quiet understanding. he approached hesitantly, his usual confident stride replaced by a hesitant gait, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. he stopped before you, his gaze unwavering, his expression unreadable. the years had softened his features, adding a maturity that was both captivating and unsettling. the years had changed you both. he wasn't the same boy who had left you heartbroken, and you certainly weren’t the same girl who had let him go.
he murmurs your name, his voice that was a low rumble-sent a shiver down your spine.
the sound of your name, whispered on his lips after all this time, felt both strange and incredibly familiar. It was a sound you thought you'd forgotten, a sound that stirred something deep within you, a forgotten melody awakening from a long slumber.
"kageyama?" you managed, your voice barely a whisoer.
four years. four years since you'd last seen kageyama tobio, four years since you'd walked away from a relationship that felt more like a one-sided dedication to volleyball than a partnership.
he was wearing a simple jacket, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, the same quiet intensity you remembered radiating from him. he paused, as if momentarily disoriented, before his eyes widened in recognition.
"what are you doing here?" you asked, your voice a little steadier now, trying to mask the turmoil inside.
he shifted his weight, a familiar nervous habit. "I... I live nearby now. Just moved back a few months ago." He paused, then added, "I didn't expect to see you."
"you look...good," he finally said, his voice a little rough.
"so do you," you replied, and it was true. the years had been kind, adding a certain ruggedness to his features.
"what...what have you been up to?" he asked, as if afraid to delve too deep, too soon.
you talked, hesitantly at first, then with a growing ease that surprised you both. He spoke of his career, of the challenges and triumphs of professional volleyball, his voice a little less harsh, a little more...vulnerable, he listened intently as you spoke about your life, your work, your friends, his gaze unwavering, his focus sharp and intense, yet somehow softer than before.
"I... I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "for everything. for not being...what you needed."
he apologized, not for the first time, but this time, it felt different. there was a genuine remorse in his eyes, a recognition of the mistakes he'd made, the time he'd wasted.
You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the genuine remorse in his eyes, a recognition of the mistakes he'd made, the time he'd wasted. "It's okay, Kageyama. That was a long time ago."
"no, it's not," he countered, his voice firm. "It still matters. It matters to me."
just then, the bus arrived, breaking the spell of your unexpected reunion, he hesitated. he didn't reach for your hand, though. didn't offer a grand of reconciliation. Instead, he simply said, "l...I'd like to see you again." his voice was quiet, almost a murmur, but the sincerity in his eyes spoke volumes.
you nodded-a genuine smile that reached your eyes-a smile that held the promise of a future yet to be written. "I'd like that too," you replied.
the bus doors hissed open, the sound jarring in the quiet air. you took a step back, ready to board.
"wait," he said, his voice urgent. he took a step forward, closing the distance between you. "can I... can I get your number.. again?" he asks, you did block him very shortly after breaking up-which you thought was reasonable enough.
your heart skipped a beat. after all this time, the simple request felt like a victory. you fumbled in your bag, pulling out your phone. "of course," you said, your voice a little shaky.
he quickly typed in his number, then handed the phone back. "I'll text you," he said, his gaze locked on yours. "let me know you got it."
"I will," you promised, a warmth spreading through you.
as you turned to board the bus, you glanced back. kageyama was still standing there, watching you, a small, hopeful smile playing on his lips. you offered a quick wave, then stepped onto the bus, the doors closing behind you with a final hiss, sealing you away from the cold November air and into the warmth of the bus. as you found a seat, you pulled out your phone, a message already forming in your mind.
perhaps, just perhaps, this wasn't the end of your story, but a new beginning. a second chance to rewrite the past, to build something real, something lasting, something that wasn't just about volleyball, but about two people finally finding their way back to each other
१९ took a long(ish) break, due to writing block :((this is a bit long but I hope you guys like it! btw, i do have dc so if any1 wants to chat, hmu! (respectfully winkwink) [and yes, this IS my second time posting this 'cause my atupid ass accidentally deleted it]
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