lowkey | tobio kageyama ༄ؘ ˑ

cooking mommy

"how did we go from running in the back door of your gym, to ending up... here"

right after running away before someone from his volleyball team saw you two in a corner, y'all ended up getting on a bus, getting off and you followed him and now-

it was apparent that this was kageyamas house.

as he was unlocking the gate, you realised where you really were and you pulled the back of his shirt slightly, nervous.

he held his keys in a fist tightly, stopping to look at you "umm, what's wrong?"

"we're going by the... front gate?"

he looked at you blankly, "w-what do you mean? how are we going to enter the house you dumbass?"

"well, everytime you go to my house you always enter by my window so my parents don't see you!"

finally getting it, he looks down and chuckled slightly, not worried at all.

"ahh don't worry about that, my grandfather is always asleep and my sister is definitely at work"

(update i found out his grandather died i'm sorry but then again kageyama said he was always asleep so it's like the same thing)

nevermind, you didn't feel like questioning the absence of parents in his answer and instead set him free of your grasp on his loose shirt.

opening the lock in one smooth motion, he stepped back slightly so you could enter first.
as you stepped forward, he cut infront of you.

"hey! what was the reason?" you passively slapped his back, which he couldn't help but giggle slightly as he walked over to the door.

you caught up to him.

as he opened the door, like a gentleman this time, stepped aside and gestured his right hand for you to enter the house.

you examined him cautiously one time, seeing the stone cold expression in his eyes but a mischievous smirk on his lips.

this boy.

"oi! cut it out!"

your dominant hand made a beeline to his stomach, tickling it which made him wince back. taking the opportunity, you ran into the house before he could tackle you to the ground.

"i'm giving you 3 seconds to run y/n" he stated as he regained his composure.

"1" you looked around, not seeing any potential place to hide.

"2" stairs.

"3" like sonic the hedgehog could never, you bolted up those goddamn stairs like no other mammal could.

you could already hear the muffled and heavy footsteps that were coming from downstairs, sending the feeling of both butterflies and almost a drop in your stomach.

eyeing all the rooms on the second level, you barged into one of the rooms almost breaking the hinges of the door.

as you examined the contents in the room, you heard his voice from the stairs. "y/n~" he said, in a sinister and doll-kind of way.