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Competitive-Kageyama Tobio (1)

   You and Kageyama never quite got along. It wasn't like you hated each other. At the very least, you were indifferent about him. But you didn't know if he hated you. Sure, you started fights with him, both the first time you met and now, but you were neutral towards him as a person. Although, there wasn't really a meeting past the first one.

   You were a basketball player for Karasuno. You had been playing for as long as you could remember. You were a skilled player, but very little of that was talent. You worked hard—harder than a lot of your friends on the team. You would stay for hours after practices to keep working. You would work so hard that you actually injured yourself pretty bad, and your coaches told you to stop, but basketball was more or less your life.

   And that lead you to meet Kageyama.

   It was at the end of his third year of middle school. You were a first year at Karasuno. You were at a public gym. Your coach had forced you to leave, despite begging to stay a little bit longer. You had just been cleared from an injury, and you wanted to make up for lost time. The gym was empty, and you decided to practice.

   "Hey," someone said from the door. You flinched, the shot you were making slamming into the corner of the backboard. You didn't recognise him. He had short black hair and dark eyes. He was taller than you, but only by a little. "I need the gym."

   "This is a public gym, dipshit," you said. "Go somewhere else. I was here first."

   He frowned. "There's nowhere else to go."

   You walked over to where the ball landed and picked it up, dribbling it as you walked towards him. "Look, if you want to play basketball, you can use the other half of the gym, or leave. It's not really my problem."

   "Basketball?" He parroted.

   You raised a brow. "Well...yeah?" You replied. "What else would you use the gym for?"

   "Volleyball. Basketball is stupid."

   "Huh?" You snapped. The boy flinched a little at your outburst. "Maybe you're stupid!"

   "W—what?"

   "How could you ever say basketball is stupid?" You asked. "It's only the most fun thing ever!"

   "What? No," he said. "It's so boring. All you do is throw a ball at a basket."

   "You just don't understand the game," you said. "There's so many complicated plays you can make! Besides, if basketball is simple, so is volleyball! It's so easy, I could probably play it better than you in, like, two days."

    "There's no way!" He snapped. "Volleyball is so complicated! And it's so much more fun."

   "All you have to do is keep a ball in the air!"

   "All you have to do is put a ball in a basket!"

   The two of you are at each other, seething with rage wordlessly. You knew that volleyball was fairly complex, but how could this loser try to tell you your biggest passion was easy! You worked hard to get to where you were! You spent so many years, so much time and effort, to be getting the scholarships you've gotten. You had the chance to be a national player! The nerve of this guy!

   "You're an idiot, you know that?" You asked. "If you want to go play your children's game, go somewhere else. I'll be over here actually working."

   "What?" He snapped. "I told you, I need the gym! You should go somewhere else."

   "I was here first, asshole."

   "There's no where else for me to go! I need to be somewhere with a net!"