~•Kageyama's First Person POV•~
"Daichi, can I talk to you?" I asked awkwardly. It was the end of practice and I decided it was time to talk to him.
"Yeah, sure. Everything alright?" he replied.
"Yeah," I answered, "I'm fine. I just wanted to know if you could help me . . . understand something."
"I'm happy help, but I thought L/n was your tutor," he said.
"This isn't exactly something I can talk to them about." I looked down.
"Oh." Then his eyes widened. "OH! So you need to talk, talk?"
"Don't make it weird." I continued to avoid his gaze.
"Let's head out. We can talk in private." I then followed him out of the gym and to the club room. After we gathered our stuff, we began walking home. "So what's this about?" He inquired.
"It's about Y/n," I began.
"I figured as much. Can you elaborate?" he chuckled a bit.
"Something happened," I said.
"What happened?" he looked very concerned; too concerned, for that matter.
"It happened after the party yesterday," I spoke carefully. "We uh-"
"Good job!" He slapped me on that back again. "You know Kageyama, you deserve it. Who knew you were such a player?"
"What? No! No, it's not like that." I shook my head. "Well, not exactly."
"But something like that did happen, right?" He raised his eyebrows.
"You're making it weird again," I informed him, "but yes. Something like that did happen."
"Go on." He smirked.
"We kissed. I was giving them their present and they hugged me thanks. Then there was a moment where we just looked at each other. Then it happened," I explained. "We were going to keep going, but Coach Ukai called them."
"Coach Ukai must be telepathic," a different voice spoke.
"Suga! How long have you been following us?" I asked.
"The whole time," he smiled as he walked beside me. I moved to the outside so I was closest to the street.
"Wait, so you two didn't-"
"No, we didn't have the chance," I interrupted Daichi. "What do I do from here?"
"How do you feel about them?" he asked. "Do you only want to hookup with them? Or is there something more there?"
"Definitely not the first one. I mean, it's not that I don't want to hookup with the . I do, but- er this is coming out wrong. I'm gonna try again," I took a deep breath. "I don't know. I just really like everything about them. They make me . . . Happy."
"Do you like them?" Suga jumped in.
"Of course!"
"But do you like them?" he specified.
"I've never felt this way about anyone before," I said, quietly. "Maybe?"
"We can't tell you if you do or not. That's up to you to figure out," Suga sympathized.
"Suga, come on, he obviously do-" Daichi stopped talking when Suga glared at him.
Do I like them? Is that what this is? Why after all these years am I starting to feel like this? No, this feeling has always been there. Since we were kids, they've always made me feel like this. I've always just been too stubborn to pay attention to it. "Is that what this feeling is?"
"What is 'this feeling?'" Daichi asked.
"It's like the feeling I get when I do something good volleyball," I explained. "Except with them, it's a lot . . . more. It's consistent and doesn't go away. It also makes me nervous, which pisses me off." Suga and Daichi just smiled. They looked so proud. "I know I care about them. I care about them a lot. I would do anything for them." They stayed silent, but continued to beam at me. "I like them?" It sounded more of a question than an actual statement.
"You should unsure," Suga laughed.
"I don't know!" I shrugged. "Maybe? Yes?"
"I could have told you that ages ago," Daichi chuckled.
"Daichi!" Suga punched Daichi in the arm. "Be proud of him for realizing his emotions! Be proud of him for having emotions for something else besides volleyball!"
"I am very proud of him, Suga." Daichi rubbed his arm.
"What do I do about it?" I was dumbfounded.
"Ask them on a date," Suga answered.
"When?" I asked.
"Today," Daichi said.
"Today?" I repeated.
"Are they free today?" Suga asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Perfect!" Daichi clapped his hands together. "Go to their house, ask them on a date in person, go home, get ready, then pick them up."
"Where do I take them?"
"Kageyama," Suga started, "we have told you everything so far. You have to have some input on what you'll do."
"I don't think so," I said.
"Well, what do they like?" Daichi asked. "Take them somewhere that they'll have fun."
"They like writing, a lot. They like books, too," I thought aloud.
Suga's eyes lit up and he started rambling about a bookshop nearby. "But you have to take the train there. It's in the city," he finished.
"Fine by me," I said. "Thanks. Both of you."
"Of course! Do you need help getting ready for your first date?" Daichi teased.
"No," I denied him. "I'll be fine."
With that, I parted ways from Suga and Daichi. Now to ask Y/n on a date. Damn. My hands are doing the thing again. I took a deep breath before knocking on their door. They answered quickly.
"Hey," I greeted.
"Hey," they said back.
"Hey," my voice shook.
"Hi," they laughed a bit. "What's up? Did you want to hang out today?"
"Yeah, actually," I answered.
"Well, come in," they began opening the door.
Instead of walking inside, I said, "I was actually wondering if you wanted to go out."
"Oh? What do you have in mind?"
"There's this bookstore that Suga told me about. I thought you might enjoy it."
"Wait, you're suggesting we go to a bookstore? Tobio, you don't like reading."
"That's why I said I thought you'd enjoy it. We can go. Together."
Please take the hint. Please take the hint. Please take the hint.
"I'm still confused as to why you're recommending we go to a bookstore. I thought you'd rather play volleyball or something." Y/n didn't take the hint.
"Damnit, Y/n. I'm trying to ask you on a date. I want to take you to a bookstore because I know that is something you would enjoy," I said a bit too harshly.
Their eyes widened. Oh no. Maybe that was too mean? I might've just really messed u-
They started laughing. I asked them on a date and now they're laughing at me. My face went red and my palms began sweating even more. I don't think that's the reaction you're supposed to get when you ask someone out.
"Who are you and what have you done with the real Tobio," they quoted. "Who told you to do this? Was it Tanaka and Noya? It was definitely Tanaka and Noya. Or maybe it was Hinata. You're joking, right?"
"I'm not kidding . . ." I admitted.
They stopped laughing and froze. "Oh, you're serious?" I nodded. "I am so sorry! Uh, when do you want to go?"
"Wait, you're saying yes?" I exclaimed.
"Do you want me to say no?" they asked.
"No!" I assured them. "I'm going to go home and get ready. I'll come by in an hour or so to pick you up."
"Alright, I see you then," they smiled as they closed the door.
Did that actually work? Did they actually say yes? They did! I had to stop myself from cheering on their doorstep. I started walking home and thought of things to do.
I could buy them to get ice cream as well. But do ice cream and books go well together? What if ice cream gets on their book and then they get mad at me for the suggestion? What do I wear? What do I say? Do I confess to them today? No, I can't. I only just figured out I liked them today. What if they don't feel the same way about me? What if they do?
I got to my house and quickly started getting ready. I took a quick shower and threw some clothes on. I then started to rush out of the house but was stopped by Miwa and my mom.
"Where are you going, Tobi?" Miwa asked.
"I'm going out," I said, vaguely.
"You look nice." Mom walked over. "You going on a date or something?"
"Yeah, actually," I said.
"With who?" she asked. I didn't say anything after that.
"N/n! It's with N/n, isn't it?" Miwa cheered. My face heated up.
"Oh my-" mom gasped. "It's happening! It's finally happening! Let me take a picture!"
"Mom!" I shouted.
"Tobio, hold still!" she ordered. I looked away from the camera.
(Credit to a Pixiv artist — the original picture has now been deleted, but was reposted on Pinterest by the website)
"This isn't that big of a deal," I muttered.
"Don't talk like that!" mom scolded. "Of course it is! This is your first date! And more importantly, this is your first date with Y/n!"
"Can I go now?" I asked trying to be polite. "They're waiting for me and I don't want to make it longer."
"Of course!" she cheered. "Will you be coming home tonight?"
"Most likely," I said. Definitely. There's no way I'd be able to stay over after a date.
"Have fun!" Miwa smiled.
I thanked them both and left. I knocked on
Y/n's door when I got to their house. When they opened the door my jaw dropped. Wow . . .
They put their hand under my chin to close my mouth. "Too much?" they laughed nervously.
"No, it's perfect," I continued to stare at them.
This isn't my first time seeing them wear these clothes. In fact, I've seen this outfit before. So what was it? Was it the fact that they were (once again) wearing my shirt? Was it the way the sun hit their skin? Was it me realizing my feelings for them that is making me see them in a new light?
"Do you want to go? Or do you want to keep staring at me like that?" Y/n teased.
"Both," I said, simply. "I'm fine with either." Did I just say that?! Instead of getting weirded out like I thought they would, they just took my arm and started pulling me away from their house. "Aren't I supposed to be the one leading you to the bookshop?" I asked.
"You're right, but if I didn't pull you away, I don't think you would have ever moved," they joked.
They let go of my arm and started walking beside me. They didn't have to let go.
As we walked side by side, I noticed that I was getting a little too far from them. I'm walking too fast. Have I always done that? I'm such an idiot. They must've always had to match my pace. I never even noticed. I tried slowing down to match their walking instead.
They really did look beautiful today. Just like any other day. It's weird to actually be admitting this and not making up excuses. It's honestly kind of nice. This is what I want. Us together, not matter what. I'm glad we're going out, but I would have been just as happy inside. Y/n just has to be that type of person. The type of person where you could do nothing and still have the greatest time. It's always been like that with them.
I remember when we were kids I would always push them away because of the way they made me feel. They didn't even do anything. They've just always lit this fire in me whenever they're around. I hated it because I didn't understand it. I didn't know how to have friends, let alone a crush. They've taught me a lot about friendship. It's because of them I was able to get close with everyone on the team.
I still wish I treated them better though. They've always done a lot for me. I want to return the favor. I can't do anything about the past, but I want to be better for them.
I want to prove I can be good for them. I can be, right?