#kageyama

everyone around him noticed though, especially tsukishima who never failed to snicker when he saw his whole wrists sticking out of his jacket and his stomach peeking out when he would raise his arms. you were the one to point it out to him, gently tugging at his sleeve one day during lunch break.

"you’re uniform is getting too small, kageyama."

"huh?"

the boy looks down at himself, especially at your fingers still pinching the edge of his sleeve. his cheeks reddened as a flustered frown lodged itself between his eyebrows.

"it’s not."

"it is."

tsukishima, who was watching the whole interaction from the side since the beginning, smirked in mockery at his teammate’s reaction.

"the shoulder pads are way beyond your shoulders and i can see your wrists."

"you’re not supposed to see the wrists?"

"no, you’re not."

tobio blushed even more as you tugged harder on his sleeve to get closer.

"order a new size for next month, or next week even better."

"does it look that bad?"

"no, you’re cute. and don’t let tsukishima make fun of you for it, ok?"

tsukishima, who was listening to your conversation, stopped smiling immediately as your head turned in his direction to send him a nasty glare. but kageyama couldn’t care less about tsukishima, he was blushing hard as he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you called him cute.

so when he passed through the school’s front gate with his new uniform falling right on his shoulders and long enough to cover the entirety of his arms, all happy and proud, he came to you immediately.

"did you notice? i changed my uniform."

he looked like a kid who just bought his favorite candy and wanted to share. you looked up at him and his excited grin and smiled back, before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"nice. you’re all handsome now."

fluff

kageyama is famously bad at english, which is why you currently find yourself trapped in his kitchen on a saturday afternoon, staring at a vocabulary sheet that looks like it’s been through a war. kageyama is sitting across from you, his pencil gripped so tightly in his fist it looks like it’s about to snap in half.

​“the word is relationship, tobio,” you point to the paper. “use it in a sentence.”

​“the ball has a good relationship with my hand,” he says instantly, his face deadpan.

​“no. a human sentence. like... people.”

​kageyama scowls, dropping the pencil onto the table with a heavy thud. he slumps back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like the alphabet personally insulted his lineage. “this is stupid. volleyball doesn’t require words. you just look at the ball and you hit it.”

​“if you fail the mock exam next week, coach ukai won’t let you play in the qualifiers,” you remind him quietly.

​the threat works instantly. kageyama bolts upright, his eyes wide with an absolute, primal terror. he looks at the vocabulary sheet, then looks across the table at you—the way you’re leaning your chin on your palm, looking tired but patient, your hair messy from sitting inside all day.

​he clears his throat, his face turning a sudden, violent shade of pink. he picks up his pencil, his fingers trembling slightly as he writes something down, his large frame hunching over the paper to hide it from your view.

​“done,” he mutters, shoving the notebook toward you.

​you look down. in messy, jagged handwriting, he’s written: i want to get in a relationship with y/n because i like her more than milk.

​you look up, feeling your own face burning. “tobio...”

​“it’s a correct sentence,” he barks out defensively, his hands slamming flat onto the table as he stands up, his entire face, neck, and ears a uniform dark red. “the grammar is right! i checked it twice! so don’t tell me it’s wrong!” (he looks like he wants to cry).

n: i could never pick a layout ;(

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With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. “Hi.”

“A fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?” she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyama’s face, which had morphed into something confused and slightly… angry?

“I would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,” he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. “And I will not take any more questions of that nature.”

The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. “I’m so sorry, that’s not-“

“It’s fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. We’re very happy together.”

The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. “The fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?”

Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.

He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.

imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.

He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.

You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.

He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.