a story in which a korean girl meets a grouchy japanese boy who's highly enthusiastic about volleyball.
「 HAIKYU!! fanfiction 」
highest rank achieved- #1 in 'kageyama'
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story by jaeyolks.
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From time to time, Karasuno's Volleyball team came down to their store for their after practice fills.
Walking down the street that was painted with the skies' palettes, cheerily talking and laughing to the point where Ukai had to scold them for disturbing the neighbourhood. Mina didn't mind their boisterous ways, although. She liked how she managed to slowly become acquainted with them and knowing what kind of people they really were— like the third year Azumane Asahi, who seemed like some local thug but in actuality was just a big guy who had a glass heart.
And every now and then, she accompanied Kageyama.
Sometimes, they bumped into each other by the vending machines, only for them to sit down and talk by the benches for quite some time, or the after school walk home when Mina was caught up by school work and stayed later than usual, encountering the raven haired male. It wasn't to say that their conversations were awkward, knowing how Kageyama wasn't one who really knew how to socialize well but the brunette took it upon herself to take the lead so he would pour out his thoughts.
She liked that. And he probably did too, seeing as how engaged he was in their conversation. But that could've just been her hopes.
A light sneeze came from Mina, earning the attention of Kageyama as they walked down the road. Her little sniffles was enough to tell him what her state was, opting for him to zip down his Karasuno jacket and handing it to her.
"Take it." He said, awkwardly glancing at her.
"You not cold?" The brunette's lips unconsciously formed into a small pout as she asked him in wonder.
"I'm still warm from practice," He wasn't lying— there was still sweat trickling down his temples and dampening his side burns. But then, he reconsidered it. Maybe she was hesitant because of the smell of his sweat sticking to it? His brows furrowed at the thought and now, he felt a bit of humiliation.
