Entrepe ★ Kageyama x Reader

01

"Come on, everyone, we have one more club to check out! I have a feeling that this is the one that will inspire us to write not just 1, but 2 amazing albums!" I exclaimed, swinging Boris's space cadet-colored camera by its lanyard.

"I hope you drop that."

"We're not necessarily looking for lyrical inspiration..."

"AT LEAST I'M STAYING POSITIVE!"

"( – ⌓ – ) ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! (ᵕ—‸—) o(≧∇≦o)

Our little band wasn't born from the walls of Karasuno's music room but from something a bit grander—the Miyagi Music Program. The program had initially been designed to link the top four high schools in the region for a series of intensive workshops. But once the program wrapped up, we kept playing together. The school administration was too baffled by our unplanned "band" to stop us, so here we are, officially known as the Boris and The Sluts. We had no trouble coming up with interesting beats, lyrics, and such. In fact, we were surprisingly good at it! 

However, due to our education taking priority, we took a long break and unfortunately distanced ourselves from our fanbase. But now that every member's school life had stabilized, we wanted a transformation—a new look, a new style, allat and a bag of chips! Our previous style for song and album covers was all illustrated, strange, and fake. Now, we wanted to experiment with realistic and lively pictures! The only downside was that we couldn't find anything that truly ignited a fire in our hearts, nothing alive that lived up to the standards of our music.

"Let's see. The last club we're checking out today is... the boys volleyball club? I didn't even know Karasuno had one," Crim said, keeping her pinkie linked with mine as we walked together. 

We approached the off-white building, and Victor visibly cringed. "I can't go in there. If I hear those SpongeBob ass shoes any closer I will kill myself ," he muttered, taking a big step back and covering his ears haphazardly. 

Orion frowned, rubbed his friends back, and then turned back to Crim, Boris, and I. He paused before speaking, "Yeah... I'm going to stay here with Vic. He doesn't like being alone in public, and having a bunch of people watching them might make the players self-conscious. Better safe than sorry, guys."

Boris grunted in response and continued on, leaving Crim and I to give Ori a verbal response. "Alright, we'll update you jellyfish when we get back," Crimson teased, then grabbed my hand and pulled me inside before I could back out too.

"( – ⌓ – ) ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! (ᵕ—‸—) o(≧∇≦o)

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS KID STARING AT ME FOR?!" A masculine voice exclaimed aloud, causing Crim and I to exchange a nervous glance, then we quickly entered the building to see Boris watching a scruffy man—who seemed to be the coach—with an unreadable expression. They turned to look at us before muttering a response to the man, "We are the music club... we need your consent to take pictures of your team..."

"W-We're terribly sorry for our friend! They have social anxiety, and if you didn't hear what they said, we are the music club and we've come to find our inspiration, which we believe might be your team! We apologize for bothering you in advance!" I blurted out, bowing rapidly to the man, feeling immense embarrassment wash over me. The man huffed before ruffling Boris's hair and instructing the boys to line up in front of us.

"Alright, guys, these nice girls and... that.. want your consent to take pictures of you!" He turned towards us, then continued, "If you have any questions, ask them because they're in charge today! Go ahead, music club."

I wasn't expecting that introduction... me? In charge? I'm a terrible leader! What if I tell them the wrong thing? What if I lead them to disaster? OH I'M TOTALLY GONNA MAKE THEM FAIL OHMYGODITSOVERFORTHEMTHEIRCAREERSAREOVERWHATIFI— 

"Snap out of it, Y/N!"

I jolted at the loud, feminine voice that rang in my ears. "I'm sorry!" I turned my attention to the lineup of boys, feeling their gaze penetrate my soul, sending a shiver down my spine. I quickly regained my composure. "My name is L/N Y/N! The person to my right is Moore Boris, and the person to my left is Whitlock Crimson! Does anyone have any questi..on.s?" I trailed off towards the end, looking at the few raised hands.

I pointed to a short boy with fluffy orange hair and a bright smile. "What do you need the pictures for?" he asked, his big eyes filled with curiosity. I subconsciously smiled, "Well, the members of the music club are also a band, and we need a unique picture for our album cover, as well as song covers. If you guys are willing to be a part of that, it would be amazing..." I anxiously chewed on my lip as I waited for his response.

"WOAH, THAT'S SO COOL! I'D TOTALLY BE ON AN ALBUM COVER! ISN'T THIS AWESOME, KAGEYAMA?!" he exclaimed, turning towards someone named Kageyama.

Which one of them is Kageyama? I wondered, looking in the direction the boy had turned, only to catch sight of an intimidating boy with short black hair, who was glaring at the ginger-haired boy before shifting his harsh gaze towards me. 

We locked eyes for a few seconds, allowing me to take in his perfect facial features, from his piercing blue eyes to his clear skin. Thankfully, I caught myself staring and quickly turned my attention to the next raised hand. It belonged to an even shorter boy with brown hair spiked up, with a single tuft of bleached blonde hair at the front. "Are you a goddess?"

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What?

Crimson's laughter broke the uncomfortable silence, wheezing between gasps for air. "Y/N? She's BAHAHHA not anything like a goddess! In fact, PFFT, she might as well be the devil—BAHAHHAHA!!" Crimson continued rolling on the floor, snorting and making inhuman sounds that I never thought anyone could make. Boris chimed in, "That's not true. Y/N is a very kind person, even when others don't deserve it. So yes, she could be considered a goddess." Their Russian accent peeked through the more they spoke.

"What do you know, Netflix adaptation of Near?!"

"I know Y/N. Longer than you have, actually."

"1, 2, 3, eyes on me!" I raised my voice, causing them to sit down and fall silent. I bowed before continuing, "No. I don't believe I am a goddess, but thank you for considering it a possibility. What's your question?" I asked the boy I could see from the corner of my eye, then turned my full attention to him—it was Kageyama.

"What do we do?"

"Just continue with your practice like normal. I promise we won't distract you too much," I replied, sweating nervously.

The boy seemed to momentarily lose his composure, his cheeks turning slightly pink, before he turned around and walked back to the court. "Right."

this should be interesting...