It was not often they got days off at the same time, but the volleyball season had come to an end, and Kageyama did not had practice to attend to, Kei was not needed at the museum nor did he had to attend practice. So, here they were, Kageyama was spending his weekend in Sendai, in Kei's apartment, making up for all the lost time spent away, phones calls from different time zones, whispered promises of we’ll have all the time in the world when I come back home. Kageyama had called Kei’s small apartment home, which caused an eruption of everything warm and fuzzy in Kei’s chest, unsaid words of I miss you hung heavily between them, both too prideful to admit it.
Kei took the distance the hardest, while yes, he knew that Kageyama would be away often when volleyball season kicked into gear, that the setter would never take a day off from playing with the Adlers, the older would never want to force Kageyama into a position of volleyball or me, no matter how annoyed he got when he couldn’t have the setter over for weekends, or when he does go to Tokyo, and their schedules collide, mismatched, never getting a chance to simply share sweet kisses and simple conversations. Volleyball would always remain a constant in Kageyama's life, in Kei's life, and the middle blocker knew that in the end, when matches came to a close, when the Adlers secure another win, or the Sendai Frogs win a match, or even when they lost, they would always find their way back to each other, clumsily, wearily, but it always ended with messy kisses, half-lidded eyes, a sultry come back to my place. Never had a win (or lose) not ended in either of their beds, pressed skin to skin, Kei selfishly leeching off Kageyama’s warmth, using every trick up his sleeve to have the setter fall apart under him, congratulations, my king, or you did so, so good today, and Kageyama would come undone, just from Kei’s words alone, and Kageyama would pull him down under, drowning him in a tidal wave of euphoria, words being swallowed by lazy kisses, as Kei rides out his high, spilling into Kageyama, making even more of a mess of his setter.
(He tried not to think about that too much, tried not to think about how good Kageyama felt around him, nope, not at all, he pushed those thoughts out of his head, he does not miss him, and his stupidly intense blue eyes, and his annoyingly cute pout, his pretty pink lips, always so soft, always so goddamn kissable, and his silky soft hair, flowing so smoothly between his fingers, nor did he thought about the needy gasp he pulled from Kageyama as Kei roughly tugged those same dark strands — oh. Maybe Kei does miss him. Just a little bit).
He chose to pass the time, outside of work and volleyball, by going out, meeting up with friends, to calm the dull ache of oh god I miss him, and most of the time, it worked.
“Tsukki! So glad for you to join us!” Yamaguchi called out, waving for Kei to join him and Yachi at the table they were sitting at.
“Tsukishima-kun! I missed you these past few weeks!” Yachi exclaimed, smiling brightly at the blond.
Kei nodded, taking a seat opposite the couple, “Likewise.”
And then they fell into an easy conversation, talking about the new developments in their lives, Yachi’s new projects, celebrating her new job, Yamaguchi spoke about his new job, a home electronics company, telling them fun little anecdotes on crazy customer experiences. Kei told them about his job at the museum, talked about how cool everything was, how interesting seeing all these relics of the past was, he mentioned things were going well with the Sendai Frogs, he had a match tomorrow in Sendai, which both Yamaguchi and Yachi would be attending.
