Colourful

Love that grows

Your eyes narrow at multiple items on the shelf of the sports shop that Oikawa frequents. You've settled on getting him some shoes as you noticed that his current pair seemed to be wearing out.

Eyes darting back and forth between multiple shoes, you rattle your brain as to what you think he would like best. Your thoughts are cut off when you feel a presence by you, their shadow casting upon your own in the fluorescent lighting of the store.

"Can I help you find something?" A curt, low voice cuts through your thoughts. Turning to your right, your eyes land on an individual you feel like you have seen somewhere before. Black cropped hair that lands just above his sharp eyes, he stares at you, waiting for you to respond.

"Oh! As a matter of fact," you fully face him and unconsciously touch the back of your neck sheepishly, "if you have any recommendations as to which pair of shoes would be best for a volleyball player, that would really help."

You internally cheer to yourself as you notice the worker's eyes spark at your question and nod.

He ushers you to a pair a little ways away from where you were standing. "I would recommend these brands." He takes it off the shelf and holds it up so you can see. "These shoes have a rubber sole that gives good traction on gym floors so you are less likely to slip. They are also quite durable and have good breathability."

You hum in thought as you look over the shoe as he explains everything. "I trust your reviews on it. Can I get this one then?"

He nods and goes to get the proper size and brings it up to the counter, you following along with him. As he rings up your purchase, you continue making conversation with him. "You seem to be very well versed in this, are you also a volleyball player?" When he nods at your question, you press on. "What school do you play for?"

"Karasuno."

The name settled in your mind, your eyes slightly squinting as to why that seemed familiar. Oikawa played against them before, right? But you felt like you were missing something else...

"Oh cool! My boyfriend played against you guys before I think!" You tap your chin in thought. Not having watched his game with that particular team, you draw a blank as to if Oikawa gave more details about it to you.

This seemed to spark the workers' attention, him seeming to stand up even straighter and his eyes drilling into you more so than before. "...Which school was it?"

Grinning you say, "Aobajōsai." Your grin falls a bit when you see his posture stiffen a little as he puts the shoe box in a plastic bag. "Is something wrong?"

He glances at you for a moment before he finishes putting the shoebox in the bag. "No, it's nothing." Taking the plastic bag, he holds it out for you to take. "Here you go."

Taking the bag from him, you shoot him a smile. "Thank you, um..." Trailing off your eyes glance at his nametag, but he speaks up before you could continue.

"Kageyama Tobio."

The moment you heard that name, something in your mind clicked and you had flashbacks of Oikawa sulking and pouting about this boy in front of you. "...Oh! Kageyama-kun!" Your sudden outburst startled Kageyama, who jumped a little and then quirked his eyebrow at you.

"...Do I know you?" He voiced out slowly, shrinking a bit from your seemingly intense gaze at him.

You quickly wave your hands in front of you to reassure him and not scare him off. "Oh no, sorry about that. It's just that my boyfriend mentioned you before so your name sounded familiar." You grinned at him before continuing. "You're quite a formidable setter, aren't you?"