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crap, i'm going to be late!
he ran through the crowd of people, bumping into a person ever so slightly, finally, making it into his next classroom two minutes early. he sighed, relieved.
this so called 'he' is kageyama tobio, the oh-so-known 'king of the court'. also, known by his dashing looks-- more like, a scowl on his face. he may not look like it, but kageyama is, in fact, the observant type. with that being said, he found a ripped piece of paper below his desk.
what he read absolutely made his eyes widen. he had never been amazed by a thing that wasn't volleyball. although, for kageyama it wasn't just a 'thing', it was a piece of art. of course, what was written there was a little sad so he took time writing a reply.
finally settling with his reply, this ripped piece can only belong to one person. that one person is the one that always has the journal carried in his hands.
and kageyama knew that person all too well.
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well another short chapter done.
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desk notes. | kagehina
Fanfiction❝how are you so sure that people who won't do much in your life, wouldn't try and break down your walls?❞ completed ; 042716 highest ranking: #168 in short story
