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Sun and Moon | PJO AU | nobletutelage

Kageyama couldn't really decide if he hated camp or he loved it. It was a mix of both, probably, but he definitely hated being the only one in his cabin. It had to be the loneliest times of his life, being confined in those big obsidian walls, being the only child at his table in the mess hall, and he hated the fact that everyone looked at him like he was an issue, a mistake in the line of demigod children. Save for a few people from Apollo's Cabin (mainly a boy named Hinata), Athena's Cabin, and Poseidon's only cabin-mate, he hardly spent time with anyone, keeping to himself in the vineyard, by the waters, or sometimes, spending time with the dark creatures in the forest, although he was avoided like the plague from the dryads and nymphs. Ridiculous, really. It wasn't like he could kill them with his touch! A son of Hades could do many things, but a death touch was not one of them.

Yet, no matter how much he pleaded, no one seemed to understand that besides the few that would speak to him on occasion. Many of them were insistent on having him on their team for Capture the Flag or for miscellaneous sports. Other than that, Kageyama was kept alone and kept to himself.

But as the main head of the Hades Cabin, he of course had to greet all of the newcomers. A fresh summer, a fresh group of demigod children who had been or yet to be claimed by their godly parents, but they showed signs and the satyrs kept them safe, glad to have found a brand new fresh set of faces, but just standing in front of his cabin already had people avoiding him. Still, it wasn't like Kageyama really attempted to keep himself looking approachable. With heavy bags beneath his eyes and nearly a permanent scowl, a lot of people, especially girls, found him intimidating and scary. Well, he would rather be feared than made fun of. He supposed that was one perk of being at this camp year round: he didn't have to deal with regular people.

It didn't take them long for all of the new demigods to be divided up for the cabin leaders to take them on tours. Since there had been an influx of demigod children from a variety of gods and goddesses, the responsibilities had been split. He ended up with three people: two boys, whom one looked Apollo and the other looked Hypnos, since his eyes were already slipping shut from standing there, and a little blonde girl, whom he couldn't quite make out who she might be the child of.

After introducing himself to the two boys, Kageyama went to the girl, sizing her up and then offering a firm hand, albeit a little nervously, to her. "I'm Kageyama, head of the Hades Cabin. You are...?" He really hoped he wasn't too intimidating for the girl. He'd feel horrible if he was.

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Fashion Sense | nobletutelage

Fashion was not Kageyama's passion. It was a hard concept for him to grasp, and he didn't think he could even survive if he had to go to some gala party, much less a nice dinner with his parents and a few family friends tonight. He had woken up early that day to iron his suit at the request of his parents, especially his mother. Unfortunately, as skilled as he was in volleyball, he had no experience ever using an iron. Or an ironing board for that matter because when he tried to open it, he hit his foot with one end of the stand, causing him to keel over because it made one of his toes bleed from his toenails. After he bandaged himself, it only got worse.

Kageyama's worst decision that day was to attempt to iron his clothes. He had found the iron, and not understanding anything about it, he simply read the directions, which required him to fill the steamer part with water and press the button to steam as he ironed. Simple enough.

It really wasn't that simple. In fact, once he thought he finished, his shirt now crisp and straight, he found little brown spots, which made his eyes widened. After sniffing it, he knew it was bad news. In a panic, he called his mother's cell phone, panicking about how there were now spots on his shirt and how he did it, which his mother seemed very exasperated by Kageyama's lack of house skills. Of course, his mother told him that he and his situation were both hopeless and to use the family credit card to buy himself a new outfit because he also managed to have burn through the material of his pants as well.

And this is why he was here now, standing in front of a men's clothing store, just staring through the window because having to buy clothes for himself was a little daunting. All he ever wore was his school clothes, clothes for practice, and his uniform, which his regular clothes were all picked out by his parents. A look of horror crossed Kageyama's face, swallowing hard and feeling his stomach flip and turn into a knot. So many of his social worries made him unable to step into the store, simply watching people go in and out of the store and shop around in hopes he'd find someone that had a similar body and face to him so he could just buy whatever they bought.

This is awful, thought Kageyama, shoving his hands in to his pockets and reaching for his phone so he could call his mother and ask if she could just pick something out for him. But of course, his clammy hands caused him to drop his phone, reaching for it and nearly bumping into the person who was walking by. He wobbled a little, apologizing softly and picking up his phone and quickly turned away.