hi sweetie! let me just say that your writing is absolutely beautiful, congrats on your milestone!! are drabble requests still open? if so, can i request some hurt/comfort with kageyama saying angst prompt 8 and fluff prompt 17? 🥺💕💕
hello!! i am so sorry this took so long, but i hope u enjoy regardless qwq thank u for ur kind words!! 💕
8. “If I asked you to stay, would you?"
17. “My hand was made to fit into yours. That's all there is to it.”
Standing across from the tall setter, you wondered why it always ended this way. Rarely ever did the two of you argue. Rather, it was usually just you quietly trying to tell Kageyama your feelings and him seemingly pretending to listen.
You knew he loved you. That much was always clear to you. He never stopped kissing your forehead before leaving for practice, and sending thank you texts for the lunches you prepared for him.
So why were the two of you here again?
“Tobio, I’m just asking for a little bit of your time. I can’t change my schedule around just because you ask me to,” you tried to explain calmly despite the fact that your blood was boiling.
“I’m busier than you are,” he stated simply. “Don’t you just stay home all day?”
Something inside of you snapped and you let out a bitter laugh.
Of course he didn’t know. He knew nothing about your life, because he was too focused on being the best setter he could be. Sometimes, Kageyama lived like his life was a tunnel--a one way path to his goal, and nothing else could get in his way. If things didn’t pertain to his destination, he wouldn’t look at them.
Sometimes, those other things included you and your life.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, confused, with furrowed brows.
“How little you think about anyone but yourself sometimes,” you snapped without thinking, quickly averting your gaze to ignore the way your boyfriend’s usually stoic expression faltered for a bit.
“Honestly, forget it. We don’t need to have dinner for my birthday anymore--I’m going to bed,” you threw your hands up, tired of the argument even though it wasn’t even an argument--it was just you talking to a brick wall, as always.
You turned to leave, but Kageyama’s grip on your wrist stopped you from moving forward. With a sigh, you turned to look at him, and your expression softened.
It was always this look--the guilt, the apologetic glint in his eye--that always made you want to forgive him right away.
“If I asked you to stay, would you?” he asked in a shaky tone, and you released a soft sigh. Slowly, you turned to face him. Your free hand came up to rest gently against his cheek.
“I’m not leaving, Tobio,” you tell him softly.
“I’m sorry that I messed up again,” he placed his hand on top of yours, gently nuzzling his cheek into your palm. You can’t help but laugh quietly.
“...I know you don’t mean it,” is all you could say. You offered him a weak smile.
“Yeah, but I still hurt you again, didn’t I? Please tell me how to be better, I’ll be better this time, I promise.”
You hesitated, but slowly nodded your head.
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow. For now, I just want to go to bed.”
He took your hand on his cheek into his own, lacing his fingers with yours.
“...how can you be so kind?” he asked softly as you led the two of you to your shared bathroom. You turned to look at him with a softer smile, observing how his gaze was full of love, of how grateful he was to have you by his side.
“My hand was made to fit into yours,” you say quietly, and he squeezes your hand almost instinctively. “That’s all there is to it.”
Kageyama smiled, with eyes filled with adoration.