Haikyuu imagines

Say something... anything - Kageyama

You kept your head down as you walked through the empty hallway, the stack of makeup work heavy in your hands. Your teacher left it for you to pick up quietly - no crowds, no questions, no Kageyama.

Your treatments were getting harder. Your energy came in brief sparks. And you didn't want anyone - especially him - to see you like this.

You stepped out of the classroom-

And slammed right into someone's chest.

Large. Warm. Familiar.

Your heart dropped.

Kageyama.

His eyes widened in shock, then something darker - hurt, frustration - moved behind them.

"...You're here," he breathed. Not a question. Almost an accusation.

You took a step back. "I'm just picking up work. I didn't want to bother-"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Your breath caught.

"Kageyama-"

"No." His jaw clenched. "You disappeared. You stopped talking to me. You didn't answer my messages. You didn't even look at me the last time you were here. What did I do?"

You hugged the papers to your chest. "Nothing. You didn't do anything."

"Then why?" His voice cracked with something raw. "Why did you push me away?"

You closed your eyes.

This was the moment you'd been trying to avoid.

"I didn't want you to see me like this," you whispered. "I'm... doing treatments at home. I'm sick, Kageyama. And it's getting worse."

Silence.

He froze like you'd hit him.

You stared at the floor, heart twisting.

"I didn't want to be someone you had to take care of," you said softly. "I thought if I pulled back first, it would hurt less when you left."

More silence.

You finally forced yourself to look up at him -

And his expression was unreadable.

Shocked. Pale. Speechless.

Tears stung your eyes.

Your voice cracked.

"Kageyama... please. Say something."

Nothing.

The panic in your chest tightened painfully.

You stepped closer, swallowing hard. "Anything. Just- just say anything."

That's when he finally moved.

His hands came up, shaking, cupping your cheeks like he was afraid you'd disappear.

"You think I'd leave?" he whispered. "You think I'd just walk away from you because you're sick?"

Your breath hitched.

"I didn't want to be a burden-"

"Stop." His voice broke. "You're not a burden. You're- you're the person I-"

He stopped, chest rising and falling like he couldn't breathe.

Then he pulled you in, arms locking around you with a fierce, trembling desperation you'd never seen from him.

"I was never going to leave," he whispered into your hair. "Never. Even if you're sick. Even if it's hard. Let me stay. Just- let me stay."

Your fingers twisted into his shirt, finally letting yourself fall into him.

For the first time since the treatments started... you didn't feel alone.