It all started with a kiss {KageHina}

The one where they have a shoujo manga moment part1

Kageyama Tobio isn't fazed by much.

He knows he's a genius, nobody has to tell him so. He knows he's good looking, although he never really cared for that sort of thing. The only thing he cares about is volleyball. That's where his life ends and begins. That is the defining line.

Which is why, when he tossed the ball to a teammate that wasn't there, that became the moment when he understood fear.

To be afraid— that's something people feel. People feel. Not Kageyama. But he understood then, that he was people too. And that he was alone. That no matter how good his tosses, they meant nothing if there is no one there to spike them. He meant nothing, if he is there alone.

So, when Coach told them they were going to face a team that one of Kageyama's middle school teammates was part of, all of that came back to him. Kageyama had been adapting well, here at Karasuno. He'd almost forgotten about his fear. Because, somehow, he'd found a way to fly— with Hinata.

Hinata.

How Kageyama hated the little shit.

He was all energy and no coordination, all talent and no basics. He was short, he chewed with his mouth open, he smiled at nothing and everything, he was incredibly loud, his serves sucked balls, he was short (that can't be repeated too many times). Kageyama hated him.

But Hinata tried. Hinata tried so hard it hurt to watch. And he jumped, he jumped so high he almost reached Kageyama.

And they flew together, despite their differences. And Kageyama forgot he was ever alone, because finally there was someone there who would die rather than never reach him.

But that practice game reminded him that he could be.

Kageyama could be alone.

And at first, he'd thought that was his ultimate and only fear— for there to be no one to receive his tosses. But then he realized that there was something worse— for Hinata to decide to never jump for him again.

So Kageyama ignored him.

Because, for the first time, Kageyama wasn't afraid. He was terrified.

And then, Kageyama was in that game. And the ball was thrown his way. And he knew he would have a split second to decide to wether toss it to Hinata or not. And he wouldn't, if it gave Hinata the choice to leave him.

Kageyama would rather lose the game. He would rather lose every game than give Hinata that choice.

He would rather lose every game than see an empty space where Hinata's supposed to be.

But then the little shit's screaming:

I'll always be there to hit it, you fucking idiot! Because I can only fly— I only want to fly if you're there with me!

And how could Kageyama then, in his right mind, not toss the ball in Hinata's way?

So he did.

And he hadn't meant to toss it so fast, so strongly. He had been driven by emotion, by relief, by Hinata.

Kageyama was always led by Hinata.

And he'd thought, for a mili second, that it would be too fast for Hinata to hit. But Hinata jumped anyway. And Kageyama felt it would be alright if Hinata didn't hit it, because Hinata was there regardless.

But Hinata hit it anyway.

And then, all Kageyama could think of was:

God, how could I be without him ever again?