Hearts can be discovered in places where they were never intentionally created.
They appear in countless natural formations that were never meant to resemble anything at all. Despite this, people consistently notice them and often stop to photograph them.
What makes these discoveries interesting is that the meaning rarely comes from the object itself. Instead it comes from a familiar shape appearing where it is least expected.
A hole in a tree or a patch of moss may seem ordinary on their own. Yet when they resemble a heart they suddenly become memorable because of that reference point.
Whether this happens because people are naturally drawn to recognizable symbols or because they are searching for meaning in their surroundings, heart shapes continue to be documented almost everywhere they appear.
In a different perspective, I see it as the world trying to communicate with the people that are aware of their surroundings. Not directly through words but through shapes.
kageyama tobio x reader
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synopsis; The tree at the end of your street had your initials in it, it had Kageyama’s initials in it. It was the best tree ever. It really is as simple as that. dorks in love is the best trope
Promises are meant to be kept. Promises are meant to be engraved into stone and hailed as pure scripture. And that’s exactly how Kageyama treated them.
Which is why the tree that he had engraved both of your initials into was so important for him. The mere thought of that tree possibly getting torn down was agonizing. The tree on the end of his street had been planted sometime when he had turned the ripe age of four years old.
He had always tapped the top of the tree when his grandfather took his six-year-old self to the park. He had begun to sit under the tree and flip through his comic books at age eight. He had practiced lightly tossing a volleyball by hitting it against the trunk when he was ten. He had climbed all of its branches by the time he was thirteen. And of course, he had carefully whittled his initials and yours as well, into the truck when he had first started crushing on you when he was fifteen.
“Tobio, wait just a second.” You asked, wiping the sweat from your brow and taking a sip of the strawberry lemonade Kageyama’s mom had made for you. “It’s too hot outside.”
“I know it’s hot, but please, just let me show you what I've been wanting to show you.” Kageyama grinned, fiddling with the pocket knife in his hand. It was made of a sleek oak wood, and had an iron blade that he had sharpened just barely for a camping trip the two of you were planning.
“Kageyama Y/n. Pick up your pace, let’s go.” He called out, before walking over to you and then pulling your hand to a tall tree. He put a hand on the trunk, just letting the rippled wood roughly brush against his palm. “This is what I wanted to show you.”
“A tree Tobio, you wanted to show me a tree?” Sipping on the last of your lemonade, tucking the glass water bottle into your backpack.
“A very important tree, mind you.” Kageyama cleared his throat. Before handing you the knife and then smiling widely.
“What do you want me to do?” You let the weight of the tool be held in your hand, the cool oak warming up in your hand.
“Carve your initials in the tree.” He said, patting the spot where he wanted you to put them. “Including the one I gave you.” He added with a rush of urgency.
“Of course, I was going to write your last name. It’s my last name now.” You rolled your eyes before poking him in the chest with the hand that wasn’t holding the pocket knife.
Kageyama let the simple joy of you having his last name soak into his entire body. The knowledge that you two were going to be together forever sinking into his skin and warming him up differently than the sun ever could.
Silently, with only the sound of the wood being slowly chipped away you engraved your initials. After, you took a step back and blew the remnants away. Kageyama immediately took the knife from your hand and wrote his own initials underneath yours. Adding a little plus sign between the letters and then drawing a heart around it.
Smiling wildly, Kageyama looked at you and then turned his head back to the drawing on the tree. “Okay, now let me show you the other thing.”
“I swear, if it’s another-” You paused. Freezing up as Kageyama pulled you around to show you an older engraving. Of your initials before you married him, along with his in a similar design to the other one. “When did you do this?” You lightly traced the indented wood.
“In the first year of high school.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head as he looked away from you in a slight sheepish manner.
“That long ago?”
“I fell fast and I fell hard for you. The only person to ever completely take me off my feet.” Kageyama tugged on your hand and swung it back and forth as the pair of you looked on at the carving. “I think for a while there, when I was fifteen, I was completely overwhelmed with how I felt about you.”
You didn’t have any words. Nothing seemed to match up to what he was telling you.
“I love you.” You pressed your lips onto his shoulder and rubbed your nose in the crook of his neck. Tickling him lightly so he let out a small chuckle. Memories of the little set up the second and third years pulled for him and you were faded, but still clear enough for him to remember. Like a vintage photo that had a vignette around the edges.
“Kageyama Tobio. Age fifteen, status: completely in love with that one first year who studies with Yachi.” Sugawara stated, handing out clipboards to everyone in the clubroom. Asahi flipped through the pages and raised his hand but Daichi put Asahi’s down , shaking his head slowly as he looked to the ground.
“Their name is L/n. L/n Y/n.” Kageyama clarified, sipping on a small carton of banana milk, seeing as the vending machine had run out of his usual two percent milk.
“Fine, updated status: entirely and utterly obsessed and infatuated with L/n Y/n.” Sugawara made everyone cross off the printed status and rewrite the new one on top of the old.
Sugawara’s updated status still rang true, even ten years later. Kageyama still cringes at how much effort Sugawara put towards figuring out your schedule to plan ‘accidental bumping into each other’ moments, or going as far as making Yachi drag you to practice so you could study. Hoping that when you took a break you would look up and see Kageyama in his natural element of setting volleyballs to everyone, displaying ‘great teamwork skills’ as Suga had so bluntly described it as.
Somehow, Kageyama didn’t actually have to ask you out. You did that all by yourself, only after you had seen Kageyama muttering to himself about the ‘stupid’ plan to get you to fall in love with him. If you hadn’t asked him out, then it was likely that he never would have worked up enough confidence to ask you out himself.
But luckily for him, you had liked him for just as long as he had liked you. Except, not quite as obviously as he had made his feelings for you. You still remember all the times he gave you volleyball keychains, despite not being in the club. All the keychains had been moved to your various bags and purses as you grew up. You still remember all the times he asked if you would help him with math, he was a lost cause but at least he got to see you up close working on an example problem for him to observe.
The tree at the end of your street had your initials in it, it had Kageyama’s initials in it. It was the best tree ever. It really is as simple as that.
The tallest tree in Wales, a majestic Douglas Fir, stood proudly at Lake Vyrnwy until it was severely damaged by a storm.
Initially, plans were made to cut down the tree for safety reasons. However, chainsaw artist Simon O’Rourke saw an opportunity to transform the tree into a lasting piece of art.
Instead of removing the tree entirely, O’Rourke carved a stunning sculpture known as “The Giant Hand of Vyrnwy.” This artwork symbolizes the tree’s final attempt to reach for the sky.
Using his own hand as a model, O’Rourke meticulously carved the top of the 50-foot stump, creating a giant hand that appears to be stretching upwards.
The project took about a week to complete, with scaffolding erected around the tree to facilitate the intricate work.
The result is a breathtaking tribute to the once-tallest tree in Wales, turning a potential loss into a symbol of resilience and creativity.
Image credit: Simon O'Rourke (simonorourketreecarving on Facebook)
