Soul [Tobio Kageyama x Reader]

Bach: Chaccone in D minor

[Kageyama Tobio x violinist reader] -Slight angst-
(Bare with me, I don't do sports and I don't know about their practice times)

"On one stave, for a small instrument, the man writes a whole world of the deepest thoughts and most powerful feelings."
- J.S Bach

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An unrealized prodigy was what you were. No matter how much heart, soul and skill you poured out, no one in your music class noticed your talents.

You were better than everyone else- yet no one realized it. You were apart of this "hierarchy" of The Suzuki method, a Japanese method that progressed violinists from a young age book by book. There were ten books in total but most only went up to eight. 'This hierarchy was stupid' is what you told yourself. You were motivated by yourself, you need know one but yourself.

You and your aunt that is.

She's been supportive from the start, buying you the violin, bow and case you wanted.

'I don't need their approval.'

You were a spiteful egotistical musician, you did well in your studies and took your grades very seriously- only striving for perfection.

This is why you were so unfit, scrawny and weak. But to be fair, you hated sports, you thought it was dumb. Waste of time.

But why were you in a court right now?

Well, your auntie unfortunately, died recently. Since she loved the sport volleyball And as a way of remembering her you decided to watch them practice. It was your second to last year at Karasuno. What harm can it do watching one sports related thing? And maybe the school wanted you to be social? You've been sent to the guidance counselor a couple times due to your silence in class and depressive attitude. They encouraged you to join a club, so you were determined.

Bringing your light colored (f/c) oblong violin case with you, your left hand clutched it's black leather handle as your right reached for the silver door knob that lead to the gym.

You stayed at the entrance peaking inside. Watching them play was interesting. Body language and eye contact was maintained during match. Both sides were panting for breath, your eyes sparked interest as you saw one of the boys pass the volleyball quickly to another boy with ginger hair in attempt to get an edge against the opposing team. The ball hits the other side of the court, and you assume that was a point for the Ginger's team.

'Allegro assai.' Your eyes glimmer. You've successfully found your new inspiration.

Stepping further to get a closer look, your instrument case bumps into the frame of the door, causing it a loud bang to sound that echoed through the gym. Your face flushes red in embarrassment from the attention you drawn to yourself. You mentally let out a string of curses, as the black haired man with glasses walks near you.

'Hello, I'm (L/n) (Y/n). I want to sign up for the manager position.' You mentally chanted in your head.

"Are you here to sign up for the manager position?" He asks, and you feel a hundred eyes on you right now. Your eyes widen, your heart rate sky rocketed. Nervously you grumble out a response.

'Panic! Panic!'

"Yes?" The words that left your mouth sounded more like a question than an answer.

'Dumbass.' you scolded yourself mentally for being socially awkward.

"Great!" The man cheered, handing you a form for you to fill in.