"Are we not done yet?" Kageyama asked, his voice laced with false patience. His oh-so wonderful girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, laughing slightly.
"I'm sorry, Kageyama-kun. I just don't want to be looking too bland or too flashy." She said apologetically. She lifted a black dress shirt and held it to her chest. She glanced at him for an opinion.
He blinked and looked away. "'s fine." He mumbled.
The (hair color) haired girl clicked her tongue and hung the shirt back on the rack and sauntered off, the setter following her wordlessly.
It looked nice on her, really, but the last time she asked, he said it looked nice, but his female counterpart frowned and hung it back again. It was sort of like she didn't trust his opinion or whatever. Girls are so confusing.
In this relationship, (Y/N) quickly translated many things about Kageyama.
A roll of the eyes meant that Kageyama was reluctantly agreeing or he just didn't want to do something. Or sometimes he was just downright annoyed.
A huff or scoff of annoyance was just his way of saying 'that was cute, but it was stupid, so I won't say anything'.
A hand squeeze just meant that he loved (y/n) back more than he was willing to say.
"Why black again?" He asked, swerving around a little girl who was screaming past him.
"It's a recital. Black is formal." She explained. "It's like how you guys wear your jersey. It's what you wear."
"My jersey is black, you should just wear that." He grumbled. It would look nice on her, at least to him. The girl chuckled.
"Yes, because I'm sure playing first chair in a number nine jersey would fit in perfectly with my partner's nice tux." She rolled her eyes, playfully punching his shoulder. She turned around.
Kageyama sighed again for the hundredth time. Not only he was impatient to leave, but she mentioned the lucky bastard who got to play with her.
He watched her check the price on a blouse and her eyes lit up.
"What's first chair?" (Y/n) gasped.
She placed her hand on her heart and gasped again. "I can't believe I learned things about volleyball for you, but you didn't learn anything about music for me." She sighed in mock hurt.
"It's the lead player in that specific group and they can play solos." She paused. "I'm
sure there is another definition, but that's just what I've noticed."
"So like, setter, in a way, right? The leading player?" He asked. She merely nodded, uninterested, before changing the topic.
"I like this blouse. What do you think? It's my size too, and it's in budget." She pressed it against her chest again. He blinked.
"It's... Nice and... Whatever." He nodded. "You're going to wear that with black pants, right?"
She nodded with a big grin. "Yes. Thanks, Kageyama. I appreciate you being here." She gave him a slightly shy smile. "I know exactly how you hate shopping with me."
He gave her a wave of dismissal. "Yeah. Let's go to the front now." She nodded.
They traveled to the front and luckily, there were only a few people in isle 4. They waited patiently as (y/n) talked and Kageyama just nodded. They got closer to the cashier and the girl tugged on the black haired teen's sleeve.
"Hey, can we get a pack of gum?" She asked. He scoffed.
"I'm not your mother, do what you want." He rolled his eyes (oh, great, it's becoming a habit). Sometimes his girlfriend was just so weird. She pouted and jabbed his ribs and he hissed.
