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one-sided kageyama/reader

{go ahead, rip my heart out
show me what love’s all about}

Kageyama couldn’t help getting flustered whenever you were around. Your (hair color) hair framing your face perfectly, your lips always in a small pout, and the way your face was often dusted a light pink; he loved everything about you. He never meant to sputter and stammer when you two spoke, but you just made him feel something indescribable.

Your hair fell in tendrils in front of your face as you looked down at Kageyama’s English worksheet. He observed you as you went over his homework, taking in little details that would usually go unseen. He noticed your eyelashes and how they lightly brushed your cheekbones every time you blinked. He noticed your pinkish-red lips, and how you stuck your tongue out to moisten them.

You looked up at Kageyama, (eye color) eyes twinkling. “You got most of the questions correct, Tobio-kun. I’m proud of you.” You flashed the raven-headed boy a sincere smile which made his heart beat erratically. He stuttered out a gruff ‘thank you.’

“Is it really so hard for you to be nice? I know you’ve got it in you, Tobio-kun. Riiiight here.” You poked his chest where his heart was supposed to be, and Kageyama prayed to all gods of all religions that you wouldn’t feel his heart going a thousand beats per minute.

Heavens above, he loved it when you showed any signs of joy. He loved seeing you laugh – especially when you laughed so hard your eyes crinkled and your face turned red. He loved your laugh; it was incomparable to his favorite song.

You looked up at the sky, tracing the clouds with your fingers. “Tobio-kun, look! That cloud looks like a horse!” Kageyama followed your gaze. He nodded, acknowledging that it (vaguely) looked like a horse. You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be so stuffy,” you huffed. “What do you see, then?”

Kageyama’s eyes drifted towards the sky. He looked at all the clouds then pointed at one. “That one looks like a volleyball.” You let a small laugh slip out. “It looks like everything round, Tobio-kun. You think about volleyball too much.”

It was silent for a moment then you turned to face him. “I like spending time with you, you know? It’s nice to be with you when you’re not tired from volleyball practice or stressed from school. Just like our middle school days.”

Kageyama missed the times when he was the cause of your smile. He missed the times when, despite his stoic demeanor and his short temper, you laughed with him (or at him. He didn’t really mind, as long as you were happy).

The tall male stood in front of you, scowling as you were howling in laughter. “Y-y-you look s-so stupid!” you cried, clutching your stomach. He had entered the classroom coveri ng his right eye with his hand. After convincing him to show you what was wrong, he put his hand down.

The skin surrounding his eye was an ugly mix of purple and green. You stayed silent for a while, wondering if you were supposed to worry or laugh. Knowing Kageyama wouldn’t mind, you opted for the latter.

“Shut up, it’s not funny.”

“Are you sure? Have you even seen yourself?”

“Kageyama. Kageyama. Kageyama.”

The setter glared at Hinata. “What do you want?” he snarled. The redhead stuck his tongue out. “You’re torturing your drink,” he pointed out. Kageyama looked at his hand, seeing a crumpled milk carton. He clicked his tongue and threw it away.

“What were you thinking about, anyway? Were you thinking of the Grand King? Why do you hate him so much? I mean, yeah he’s waaaay better than you are, but that just means you can improve more! He used to be your senpai, it’s only natural that he’s better!” Kageyama didn’t reply. Hinata followed the taller boy’s gaze and found two people holding hands.

“Oh.”

If only Kageyama had confessed to you. If only he could have thrown away his stupid pride, maybe he would have been the one to hold your hand. Maybe he’d have been the one to walk you home. Maybe he’d be the one you’d stay up late just to talk about nothing and everything.

He didn’t know how it was possible to break someone’s heart without knowing. He didn’t even know hearts were capable of breaking. Kageyama was a novice in the subject of love, but he knew enough to know when he had lost.

You broke his heart every time he saw you with your boyfriend, but you mended it piece by piece with every laugh, smile and twinkle in your eyes.

Maybe this time Kageyama was okay with coming in second. He was a sore loser, but his consolation was seeing you happy.

{go ahead, rip my heart out
if that’s what love’s all about}

Description

one-sided kageyama/reader

{go ahead, rip my heart out
show me what love’s all about}

Kageyama couldn’t help getting flustered whenever you were around. Your (hair color) hair framing your face perfectly, your lips always in a small pout, and the way your face was often dusted a light pink; he loved everything about you. He never meant to sputter and stammer when you two spoke, but you just made him feel something indescribable.

Your hair fell in tendrils in front of your face as you looked down at Kageyama’s English worksheet. He observed you as you went over his homework, taking in little details that would usually go unseen. He noticed your eyelashes and how they lightly brushed your cheekbones every time you blinked. He noticed your pinkish-red lips, and how you stuck your tongue out to moisten them.

You looked up at Kageyama, (eye color) eyes twinkling. “You got most of the questions correct, Tobio-kun. I’m proud of you.” You flashed the raven-headed boy a sincere smile which made his heart beat erratically. He stuttered out a gruff ‘thank you.’

“Is it really so hard for you to be nice? I know you’ve got it in you, Tobio-kun. Riiiight here.” You poked his chest where his heart was supposed to be, and Kageyama prayed to all gods of all religions that you wouldn’t feel his heart going a thousand beats per minute.

Heavens above, he loved it when you showed any signs of joy. He loved seeing you laugh – especially when you laughed so hard your eyes crinkled and your face turned red. He loved your laugh; it was incomparable to his favorite song.

You looked up at the sky, tracing the clouds with your fingers. “Tobio-kun, look! That cloud looks like a horse!” Kageyama followed your gaze. He nodded, acknowledging that it (vaguely) looked like a horse. You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be so stuffy,” you huffed. “What do you see, then?”

Kageyama’s eyes drifted towards the sky. He looked at all the clouds then pointed at one. “That one looks like a volleyball.” You let a small laugh slip out. “It looks like everything round, Tobio-kun. You think about volleyball too much.”

It was silent for a moment then you turned to face him. “I like spending time with you, you know? It’s nice to be with you when you’re not tired from volleyball practice or stressed from school. Just like our middle school days.”

Kageyama missed the times when he was the cause of your smile. He missed the times when, despite his stoic demeanor and his short temper, you laughed with him (or at him. He didn’t really mind, as long as you were happy).

The tall male stood in front of you, scowling as you were howling in laughter. “Y-y-you look s-so stupid!” you cried, clutching your stomach. He had entered the classroom coveri ng his right eye with his hand. After convincing him to show you what was wrong, he put his hand down.

The skin surrounding his eye was an ugly mix of purple and green. You stayed silent for a while, wondering if you were supposed to worry or laugh. Knowing Kageyama wouldn’t mind, you opted for the latter.

“Shut up, it’s not funny.”

“Are you sure? Have you even seen yourself?”

“Kageyama. Kageyama. Kageyama.”

The setter glared at Hinata. “What do you want?” he snarled. The redhead stuck his tongue out. “You’re torturing your drink,” he pointed out. Kageyama looked at his hand, seeing a crumpled milk carton. He clicked his tongue and threw it away.

“What were you thinking about, anyway? Were you thinking of the Grand King? Why do you hate him so much? I mean, yeah he’s waaaay better than you are, but that just means you can improve more! He used to be your senpai, it’s only natural that he’s better!” Kageyama didn’t reply. Hinata followed the taller boy’s gaze and found two people holding hands.

“Oh.”

If only Kageyama had confessed to you. If only he could have thrown away his stupid pride, maybe he would have been the one to hold your hand. Maybe he’d have been the one to walk you home. Maybe he’d be the one you’d stay up late just to talk about nothing and everything.

He didn’t know how it was possible to break someone’s heart without knowing. He didn’t even know hearts were capable of breaking. Kageyama was a novice in the subject of love, but he knew enough to know when he had lost.

You broke his heart every time he saw you with your boyfriend, but you mended it piece by piece with every laugh, smile and twinkle in your eyes.

Maybe this time Kageyama was okay with coming in second. He was a sore loser, but his consolation was seeing you happy.

{go ahead, rip my heart out
if that’s what love’s all about}