thinking about how kageyama's heart probably skips a beat whenever he sets the ball to a particularly tricky place and doesn't see anyone go for it. how he still gets shivers at the sight of an empty place where a hitter should be. how he still thinks, even if just for a moment, that maybe this is it– this is the time his teammates will have finally had enough and the ball will fall down without anyone going for it, again.
thinking about how every time, without fail, there's someone there. how he can feel his soul come back to his body the second he sees someone jump to hit his toss. how he's thrilled if they score a point, but not as much as he is at the sudden realization that there is someone there. always. no matter how tricky his tosses are, or how close they are to losing– none of that matters, because as long as he manages to set the ball, the game isn't over, because someone will hit it.
imagine how healing it must be for him to finally realize he doesn't have to feel terrified when he doesn't see anyone going for his toss, because he knows someone will be there.
(cough. this is mostly thanks to hinata. cough)
