Maybe - Kageyama Tobio x Reader

Remembrance

Five years.

It has been five years since you left this town when your father was assigned to head a company branch overseas. It was a sudden decision, but since it was basically a promotion for him, your mom was more than happy to support him in any way she could.

Now, you're back in your old house and it looked almost exactly like it did years ago. Your mom had made preparations for the house to be cleaned for your arrival. Both your parents already planned to send you to high school in Japan not long after you left, so they had been training you to become independent. Confident she could rely on you, your mom decided to stay with your dad a bit longer abroad.

You walk up the stairs with some of your luggage. As you pass by your piano room, a small smile forms on your lips. You think of all the hours you'll spend there just playing music and a feeling of exhiliration courses through your body. Walking faster, you decided that you were going to unpack quickly so you could bond with those ebony and ivory keys sooner.

When you entered your room, a feeling of nostalgia washes over you. You look around and see that everything was in the same place - from your study table, to your bed, to your bookshelf - everything. Your mom sure is a thorough woman.

Leaving your luggage in the middle of the room, you walk over to your bookshelf. It was filled with all the books you've collected abroad which were shipped home courtesy of your mother. You run your fingers along the spines of the books, and stopped on an old children's book.

You pull the book out and gently opened it. You notice a piece of paper sticking out from the side as if it had been inserted between the pages. You open the book to where the paper was sticking out and what you saw made your breath catch in your throat.

>>Flashback<<

"Oi, (F/N)!!," the raven-haired boy called out as he jogged towards you. "At least try to bump the ball would ya?"

He glared at you and let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't think you're cut out for volleyball at all. It's better if I just play with myself, then I won't have to run and pick up the ball so much."

At his words, you looked down in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Tobio-kun. I'm trying but it's too scary."

He didn't even bother to reply, and this made you feel all the more dejected. You tried again. "I'll pick it up next time so you won't have to run after it, I promise!"

With renewed determination, you stood by and watched the ball as it bounced off his arms again and again, waiting for it to fall. You'd make sure he wouldn't need to run after it should it roll far away.

Lo and behold, after a few minutes of just waiting there, you noticed the ball bounced off Tobio's arms awkwardly. It flew into a direction he couldn't catch and finally you had the chance to make it up to him.

"I'll get it, Tobio-kun!"

You ran after the ball as fast as you can, almost tripping in the process.

"Hey! Go careful!" You heard his distant yell.

You finally caught the ball with a triumphant cheer and you practically skipped back to where Tobio was.

You handed him the ball with a bright smile on your face. "I got it for you, Tobio-kun!"

In your excitement, you missed the blush on his face as he grabbed the ball back from you.

"Whatever. I'm still not playing volleyball with you ever again."

When the sun started to set, it was time to go home. You smiled as you listened to Tobio and Kazuyo-san bicker about volleyball and who they thought the best players were. When you arrived at your house, your mom invited both of them over for dinner.

As you waited for the food, you and Tobio sat in the living room making drawings of things that made you happy. You both scribbled away using the colored pencils scattered on the table.

"Done!" Tobio proudly raised his finished artwork over his head to show everyone. "(F/N), see! I got all the details right, didn't I?"

You laughed and nodded, although you clearly saw he'd misspelled the word 'MIKASA'. "You did great, Tobio-kun!"

"Of course! It's volleyball." He said matter-of-factly.

You looked down at your own drawing and decided to keep it for yourself. You weren't going to show anyone, especially Tobio. You were not going to share it for one reason - because you obviously should've drawn a piano, but instead, you drew a raven-haired boy and his volleyball.

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AN: 2nd chapter up! Thank you for reading! :D