IX - Meeting Pt.1

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"Welcome! Make yourself at home!", my mother ushered Kageyama and his mother inside. "Good evening, Mitsuhara-san! Hello, Masumi!", his mother smiles at us, and I smile back. Kageyama is so different from his mother... "Why don't you both go upstairs and play, while we talk?", my mom so incredulously said. I rolled my eyes. "What are we, second graders?", I spat. "Okay, then go 'hang out'," Mrs. Kageyama giggled. I accidentally let out a wheeze, but quickly shut my mouth.

"Your room is weird," Kageyama said, taking it in. There were posters of dancers I admired on the walls, ranging from Michael Jackson to BTS. I shrugged. "Don't just stand there, it's awkward," I fiddled with a loose string on my sweater. He sat himself on my revolving chair. "What a dance junkie," he mumbled, while chuckling. "Says the volleyball obsessed freak," I add with an eye-roll. "Where do you practice? Your room is clustered," he glances around the room. With the bed, my study desk, book shelves and couch, there isn't space to walk, let alone dance. "I have a dance room." I flop onto the bed, scrolling on my phone. "You're so rich and yet so greedy..." I choose to ignore his little comment.

"Why do they call you the 'King of the court'?", I blurt out. I can't help it. It's been on my mind since yesterday. He visibly grimaces. "Don't call me that..." he avoids eye contact with me. "Why not? It's such a royal nickname. If I was called the 'Queen of the floor' I'd be-" "Just drop it, okay?", he interrupts me. Geez, it was a simple question. What's got his feathers so ruffled? I decide to shrug it off. "D'you want macaroons?" I ask. He nods. "If you have milk, get me a carton." I roll my eyes, "Yes Ki- I mean, rude-ass." I walk out of my room, pondering his behavior.

Tch, what a pain. Why did she have to ask me that? That nickname brings back memories I'd like to leave buried. But if she found that out, I guess it isn't really buried. I sigh and wait for her to return, hopefully with divine milk.

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