Not that bad at prompts (Kageyama Tobio x Reader)

You're not that bad with prompts

Sitting in her classroom at Karasuno during lunchtime, (F/n) was staring intently at her notebook. She was planning on writing a story that day, just because she felt like doing it; she had had many ideas during the lesson, but as soon as she took the pencil in her hand and set the paper on her desk, her mind went pitch blank; there were more white tigers in the desert than ideas in her head. 

So there she was: staring at her paper while holding firmly on her pencil trying her best to throw up even the slightest prompt for her story. Faiing yet another time, she sighted loudly and lifted her gaze on the door of her classroom just as a familiar dark-haired boy was walking by. Her eyes lit up and she started to shout out at the boy.

  "Kageyama-kun!"

Hearing his name called, the setter stopped few steps from the door and looked around himself to find the source of the voice. After finding nothing, he guessed i it was just his imagination and began to walk off, only to be dragged by force in the classroom and to the girls seat by (F/n) herself.

  "What the heck?!"

Turning to his kidnapper, Kageyama saw it was his friend (F/n) and he calmed down completely starting to adjust his uniform which had been messed up by the girl's grip. 

  "Oh, it's you."

  "Don't say it with such a disappointed tone..."

The girl sat back on her chair a laid on her desk looking at Kageyama, probably hoping he would understand the situation without explanations.

  "What do you want?"

  "How are you with writing prompts?"

Kageyama shrugged at the question.

  "Good, I guess."

That was the answer the girl was waiting for. She sat up straight and fixed her eyes on the male grinning cheerfully. Kageyama only sighed at her actions, knowing already what she was going to say. She wrote 'prompts' on top of the paper in capital letters and began to point at it repeatedly with her pencil.

  "Then give me some! ...Please?"

  "Fine, let's see..." He brought a hand to his chin while closing his eyes a little to think. "A policeman accidentally picks up a bag with a million dollars."

The girl smiled and began to write down the prompt she had longed for before she could forget it, but when she reread it, something seemed off to her and she raised an eyebrow at Kageyama.

  "Wait... how do you 'accidentally' pick up one million dollars?! More importantly, why dollars and not yen?!"

  "You are the writer, not me: find a way to make it incidental, like exchanging purses or something."

Sighing, (F/n) pulled a line over the first prompt he had given her finding it to difficult to work on.

  "Another, please."

  "A policeman uses extortion to obtain a gun and... events are destabilized by plague." 

As she wrote it down, she understood that that time there was more than one thing that didn't sound right.

  "Kageyama-kun, why does a policeman need to use extortion to obtain a gun? And why should there be plague?!"

Crossing another option, she waited for another prompt, hoping in a good one.

  "A policeman runs away with a geeky rapper."

  "Would you let that policeman live his life already?!"

Sighing again, Kageyama took a nearby chair to sit, guessing it would have taken much more time than he expected. He began to scratch his head.

  "What about a psychiatrist who has a day to trap a truck full of  monkeys?"   

  "They would be the one who need a psychiatrist in the first place."

  "Ah, I got the perfect one this time, give me that paper, it's difficult to explain."

(F/n) handed her notebook to Kageyama and watched quietly as he wrote down what seemed like a novel. When he showed her the paper however, she couldn't think of a single detail  that made sense in what the raven-haired boy had written so proudly.

'When a science experiment goes wrong, a magician and his assistant go on to audition for X-Factor. The plot is started by the final battle against a policeman.'

(F/n) stared at the paper, at the boy, again at the paper and again at the boy breathing so quietly it felt like she wasn't at all. Without adding a word, the girl took her notebook and tore the prompt apart in front of an astonished Kageyama. Forcing a smile to the boy, (F/n) found the courage to speak out her thoughts.

  "I'm worried about you, Kageyama-kun..." 

  "Eh?! If you dislike my prompts that much then just write anything that comes to your mind. ...Either way you'd do an amazing job like always."

The girl was pleased by the sudden compliment and blushed lightly. 

  "I don't write that good, you know that better than me..."

  "First, if you don't practice, you won't improve."

Kageyama hit the back of the girl's head and got up from his seat. 

  "And second, whatever you'll choose to write, I'll like you anyway, so..."

While he said that, he frowned a bit turning away from the girl. A light tin of red could be easily spotted on his cheeks, but he tried to hide it from the girl's eyes. However, he wasn't the only one trying to hide the blush in that moment. (F/n) was too doing her best to contain herself.

The last thing she could have imagined was Kageyama confessing like that; and she was sure he was confessing because of his attitude right after speaking: if he had said 'i like you' in the 'normal' way of linking, the way you like a t-shirt or a pair of glasses, he wouldn't have tried to hide his face; he would have said it bluntly without even changing his normal facial expression.. That like was different and both of them knew it.

The girl tried to find a way to break the awkwardness of the moment: she grabbed her pencil and began to write on her notebook. Kageyama moved his gaze on her to spy on what she was writing, probably hoping she hand't understood the meaning of his words. When she finished, she showed the paper in the setter's face looking at the wall as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

  "In the end, you're not that bad at prompts..."

Kageyama read the paper.

"A young writer carving for ideas falls in love with a grumpy handsome sportsman. The sportsman feels the same but as a hard time admitting it and ends treating the girl badly and ignoring her. In the end he helps her finding an idea by giving her stupid tips." 

The boy frowned at the prompt making an annoyed noise.

  "With a sportsman? How lame of her..."

  "Well, he's the boy she loves..."

  "And what did this sportsman do to make her love her? Why would she like someone who sounds so stupid and unpleasant to spend time with... She must be pretty dumb herself, I guess... However, I think it will turn out good, since it's you who write this."

  "Kageyama-kun, you are the sportsman and I'm the girl you're insulting..."

There was silence for a minute. As Kageyama opened his mouth to respond, the bell rang, meaning lunchtime had ended and that the students had to go back to their classrooms. The raven-haired boy turned away quickly from the girl still trying to hide his now returned blush. Before she could say anything, Kageyama walked toward the door tripping in a few desks while doing so. (F/n) chuckled and grinned proudly at the effect she had had on the boy. When he finally arrived at the door, he smiled lightly looking at the girl.

  "I want to read how it goes on... that story of yours..."

  "Then, let's meet after your volleyball practice and we'll decide together."