Where We Start And Where We End /A Kageyam One-shot/

Where we Start and Where we End :)

A/N: Warnings..? Slight angst(honestly not sure if this comes under it), constant switching between the present and past tense, volleyball-less AU..? And Yamaguchi who makes a cameo appearance is put in a class lower to Kageyama for ✨plot purpose ✨.

>>YOU MAY BEGIN- (⁠人⁠*⁠'⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

So...

There was this guy.

We went to the same highschool and he was my senior.

Kageyama Tobio.

We were not took-baths-together kind of childhood friends but we grew up together. Same neighborhood, different homes, different people, different lives...

We got off at the same bus stop, though from different buses and sometimes we'd go home together because his home was just a couple of houses before mine.

Now there were two streets that led to home, the straight one that he took, and the other winding one I took which ensured I met little people I knew. On days we got off "together", I'd walk home with him following his street.

But strangely enough, whenever we went home together, he always refused to get under my umbrella despite the weather.

Even when I offered him to hold it for the two of us, even though I wasn't walking so close to him or in a manner that would make him uncomfortable, he always declined saying he loved the sun (or the rain). I didn't believe him, at least not the way he said it. I mean, who would?

I stopped offering after some time. I walked in the sun with him, on those days we got off together.

One day I just decided to ask him what had been raging in on my mind. I remember vividly how the conversation went.

"Tobio, are you embarrassed of me?"

He immediately denies it, shaking his head vehemently, asking me why I would even think it.

But I wonder if he realised his actions were what made me conceive the idea.
I tried again.

Are you afraid people will think we're dating?

This time he said nothing. His silence was answer enough for me.

I dropped the question and continued walking alongside him. Our steps heavy, my mind racing to come up with something to say and his presence beside me, silent and overwhelming.

When we reached his place I gave him a feeble goodbye.

"Okay then, see you tomorrow I guess."
"Yeah, see you."

But I knew that was not the truth.

I wouldn't see him tomorrow. I would try not to.

I had taken his silence as confirmation that he was ashamed to be seen with me.

I would no longer delay my steps hoping he'd catch up if he was behind me, or keep throwing glances behind me to see if his bus had reached after mine.

Things were quiet for a while after that. I got what I wanted. We didn't go home together for a few days.

But I found myself next to him again after some days. This time, when we reached the intersection that divided our streets, I told him I would go the other way.

He looked confused but he did not object. We said our goodbyes and parted ways.

That again, continued for some days- I'd either walk home alone, or on finding myself with him, opt for the other route claiming it was shorter or that I had to pick something up along the way or some other feeble excuse.