For the last few years, Kei associates Saturday mornings with Kageyama, waking up with their limbs tangled, Kei’s face buried in the softness of the setter’s soft hair, Kei insisting that Kageyama sleeps in with him, and the older pressing soft kisses to Kageyama’s face, making him giggle softly. However, Kageyama has been away for volleyball season, and Kei finds himself missing the younger, even if he steals the sheets and his alarm is obnoxiously loud. They call, text, facetime, but nothing can compare to Kageyama, his body warm under Kei’s fingers, the tickle of the setter’s hair on the older’s neck. No amount of video calls can replace hearing Kageyama laugh in person, or seeing the blue of Kageyama’s eyes up close, or the press of his fingers against Kei’s shoulders or — you get the point.
This Saturday he wakes up and the left side of his bed is still empty, there still this dull ache in his chest, his bed no longer smells like Kageyama, it has not in a while, and Kei wonders when Kageyama is coming back, volleyball season is coming to an end soon, hopefully with the Adlers winning again. Kei cannot help the pride that blooms in his chest when he watches Kageyama make the final, winning set, to Ushijima, and the pure, unfiltered happiness spread across his face.
A quiet ding from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, Yamaguchi texted him, reminding Kei not to forget their brunch date, or Kei third wheels while Yamaguchi and Yachi are gross with each other, and sometimes if Hinata is awake, he joins via facetime and irritates Kei most of the time. Usually Kageyama is there, and they get teased because Kageyama is a messy eater and Kei has to wipe the crumbs off, press a gentle kiss to Kageyama’s cheek, and murmur a fond stop being cute, King. Maybe they do ask to be teased but it is not Kei’s fault Kageyama brings out the most sappiest emotions in him.
When Kei arrives at their usual, cozy little cafe, Sendai’s hidden gem, Yachi had called it when she found this place, he sees his friends waiting for him, already seated. Kei could not help the little pang in his chest when he sees them share a secret smile, ugh , why must Kei always be reminded of how much he misses Kageyama. Kei greets them, sitting in the free seat across from them, and they fall into an easy conversation, catching up from the past week, Yachi is telling them about her professor from hell, he needs to get laid, I swear, he’s worse than you, Tsukishima-kun. Kei has the greatest friends.
A notification from his phone pulls him away from the conversation, a message from Kageyama pops up on the screen and Kei feels his breath catch in his throat. Oh.
“Tsukki, Tsukkiiii?” Yamaguchi calls, waving his hands in front Kei's face, next to him Yachi snickers, there’s a teasing glint in her eyes, “I know you’re missing Kageyama, but can you at least pretend you care about this conversation?”
“Uh,” Kei says smartly, he can already feel the heat spreading across his cheeks, even when Kageyama is not here, he manages to make Kei’s life just a bit more difficult. “I’m not distracted. I, um, don’t miss him - that much. ”
(Okay, maybe Kei is just a tiny bit distracted, who wouldn't be when your boyfriend, who you have not seen in months , sent you a text message, five minutes ago, simply saying see you tomorrow, no elaboration, no follow up, nothing. Kei wants to punch Kageyama, well, makeout with him first, because it’s been far, far too long, then punch him, and makeout with him some more until there is no more oxygen for the both of them. Kei never says this out loud but he misses his setter so, so much, and he cannot help but be distracted, alright. )
