part of my weeklong shopping spree! (one 500+ word drabble a day!!)
request from @denkis-phone-charger <33 MWAH MWAH ILY
pairing: kageyama x reader
genre: fluff!!
w/c: 0.5k!
warnings: none!!
a/n: SDFJ SORRY I REALLY DONT LIKE THIS ONE GN
y/n: rip y/n, died from lack of attention from beloved bf 😐
Kageyama stared at his phone, drinking some water during his five-minute break from practice. He took a breath before rereading the texts at hand. Emergency- were you okay? What happened? Why had he been at practice rather than by your side? You didn’t come to school that day, he should have known something was wrong. He put down his water bottle and grabbed his backpack out of nowhere, causing the other team members to look at him confused.
“It’s uh- it’s an emergency-” he shouted as he ran out the doors. The other team members blinked before resuming practice, assuming that he could handle it… right?
Luckily Kageyama had the route to your home memorized, and he ran as fast as he possibly could. Thoughts raced through his head: none of them were good ones. The trip there seemed like an anxious blur; each tree he passed was another negative, worried thought in his head. You better be okay. It better have been nothing.
He finally arrived at your house, debating whether or not to knock. What if there’s someone in there and you couldn’t open the door for him?
He fumbled with the keys, searching for the spare one he had for your apartment that he knew he had. He cursed at himself; you could have been dying for all he knew, and he would have been too slow to save you.
“What’s wrong-” he said, gasping for air as he burst through your front door. He saw you snuggled in your couch, and he sighed in relief.
“I’m sick,” you complained, sniffing.
“You made me leave practice for-” He stopped, finally taking in how tired and ill you actually looked. You looked like you hadn’t gotten any decent sleep, and anybody could tell you weren’t feeling great. “You know what, let me just… take care of you.”
He couldn’t say he was disappointed though: you were adorable with a red nose and blankets covering up to your chin. He gently placed the back of his hand on your forehead, and you sighed at the cool touch. He grunted at how it burned.
“I- you’re hot!” He flipped his hand around to double check and like he said, you were definitely burning hot.
“I am hot, I know.” From the smirk on your face, he knew what you were talking about and his face turned more flushed than yours.
“That’s- that’s not what I meant,” he sputtered, and you laughed. You pat the space on the couch next to you in a silent invitation, and he had to admit that your blanket did look comfortable, but he hesitated.
“Come in,” you said, opening up your blanket, and he slowly plopped in. You rested your head on his shoulder and he tensed at the unexpected contact, but relaxed once again. It… was indeed comfortable.
This was worth missing practice for.
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