“I heard you”
The first thing Kageyama noticed was the sound of your voice.
It was faint.
Almost like he was hearing it from underwater.
“Tobio?”
His fingers twitched slightly.
You were there.
Of course you were.
You were always there.
Even when he was being difficult. Even when he answered your questions with a blunt “Whatever.” Even when you complained that he had absolutely no idea how to communicate like a normal person.
Somehow, you were always there.
And right now, your voice sounded terrified.
“Tobio, please wake up…”
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It had started earlier that afternoon.
You'd been walking home together when a group of older students started making comments about you.
Kageyama had immediately frowned.
“What did you say?”
You grabbed his sleeve.
“Tobio, don't.”
He looked at you.
“They're annoying you.”
“I know. Just leave it.”
But one of them laughed.
“What's wrong? Can't you speak for yourself?”
Kageyama's expression darkened.
He stepped forward.
“Say it again.”
You knew that look.
“Tobio.”
He didn't listen.
The argument escalated, and eventually it turned into a fight.
Kageyama wasn't fighting because he wanted to prove anything.
He was fighting because they wouldn't stop talking about you.
And somehow, that made you even more worried.
When it was finally over, Kageyama had won—but he hadn't exactly walked away fine.
He'd pushed himself too far.
By the time you found him a little later, he was lying unconscious on the ground.
Your heart dropped.
“Tobio!”
You rushed over.
He was breathing, but he wasn't responding.
Your hands trembled as you carefully helped him sit up enough to check that he was okay.
“Tobio… come on.”
Nothing.
You swallowed hard.
“You idiot…”
Your voice cracked.
“You absolute idiot.”
You carefully cleaned up the small cuts and bruises you could, making sure he was comfortable while waiting for help.
But you couldn't stop looking at him.
You'd always known you cared about Kageyama.
You just hadn't realized how much until now.
You gently moved a strand of hair away from his face.
“Why would you do that for me?”
Your eyes started watering.
“You didn't have to.”
You let out a shaky breath.
“You're so stupid sometimes.”
Kageyama didn't move.
And suddenly, all the feelings you'd been keeping hidden came rushing out.
“I was so scared.”
Your voice became quieter.
“I thought something had happened to you and…”
You squeezed your eyes shut.
“I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.”
Silence.
You looked down at him.
“I like you, Tobio.”
The words escaped before you could stop them.
Your face burned.
“I really, really like you.”
You laughed nervously through your tears.
“And I know you're probably going to make some stupid face when you wake up and pretend you didn't hear that, but…”
You carefully held his hand.
“I just needed you to know.”
For a few seconds, there was nothing.
Then—
“…I heard you.”
You froze.
Your eyes widened.
“T-Tobio?!”
Kageyama's eyes slowly opened.
He looked exhausted.
Confused.
And incredibly embarrassed.
His face was already turning red.
“You…”
He swallowed.
“You said you liked me.”
You immediately looked away.
“I thought you were unconscious!”
“I was.”
“Then how did you hear me?!”
“I don't know.”
You stared at him.
He stared back.
Neither of you knew what to say.
Kageyama looked away first.
His ears were bright red.
“…I like you too.”
Your heart practically stopped.
“What?”
He frowned, as if frustrated that he had to repeat himself.
“I said I like you.”
“You—”
“I've liked you for a while.”
Your mouth fell open.
Kageyama looked increasingly uncomfortable.
“Don't make that face.”
“What face?!”
“That one.”
“You're the one who just confessed!”
“I know.”
“And you're acting like I did something wrong!”
“I don't know what I'm supposed to do!”
You couldn't help it.
You laughed.
A genuine, relieved laugh.
Kageyama stared at you for a moment before the smallest smile appeared on his face.
It was subtle.
Barely there.
But you knew him well enough to notice.
“You're smiling,” you whispered.
“No, I'm not.”
“You are.”
“I'm not.”
“You literally are.”
“Shut up.”
You laughed again.
And for the first time that day, Kageyama relaxed.
He gently squeezed your hand.
You looked down.
Then back at him.
Neither of you said anything.
You didn't need to.
After everything that had happened, simply knowing he was okay was enough.
Kageyama shifted slightly closer.
You noticed.
He noticed that you noticed.
Both of you immediately looked away.
The silence became painfully awkward.
Then Kageyama quietly asked,
“…Can I?”
You blinked.
“Can you what?”
He stared at you for a second before his face turned even redder.
“You know.”
“Oh.”
Your cheeks warmed.
“Oh.”
Neither of you moved for a moment.
Then, very slowly, you leaned closer.
Kageyama met you halfway.
The kiss was brief.
Soft.
Almost hesitant.
The second it ended, you both pulled back.
Kageyama looked completely stunned.
You covered your face with your hands.
“Oh my gosh.”
His ears were bright red.
“…That was embarrassing.”
“You're the one who asked!”
“I know.”
“You were shaking.”
“So were you!”
You peeked through your fingers.
He was looking away, clearly trying to hide how flustered he was.
Then his hand found yours again.
His fingers slipped between yours.
This time, neither of you pulled away.
Kageyama leaned his head gently against your shoulder.
You smiled.
After everything, he was finally safe.
And somehow, after months of hiding what you both felt, you were sitting there together, hand in hand, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.
Kageyama closed his eyes.
“…Stay.”
You looked down at him.
“I wasn't planning on leaving.”
His fingers tightened slightly around yours.
“Good.”
And that was all he said.
But somehow, it was enough.
You rested your head gently against his.
For once, Kageyama wasn't thinking about volleyball.
He wasn't thinking about winning.
He wasn't thinking about being the best.
He was just thinking about you.
And, judging by the tiny smile on his face, he was perfectly happy with that.
My frikin baby omgaashhh I LOVE HIM
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