A burned volleyball, slowly healing, flying high.
A pair of [e/c] eyes staring deep into my soul.
A sight of a beautiful night sky with countless of stars.
A layer of thick cloud blocking out the sun.
A sad song to complete it all.
"Kageyama!" A particular tangerine head screamed at Kageyama right in front of his face, spreading saliva all over him by accident.
"Ew! Boke! Hinata boke!" Kageyama smacked Hinata's head hard.
"Ooowwwww!"
"Then stop zoning out!" Daichi yelled from the other side of the court. Completely impatient of Kageyama's behavior lately.
"Okay, dad." The blueberry muttered quietly, looking down as he dragged his feet towards the other side of the net.
"What!?"
"I mean.. Tch, fine." He responded.
As soon as he stepped foot at his side of the net, the game began. They're doing a practice match today. No other school involved. Only the first years versus the third years.
Tsukishima was certainly unhappy about this four by three match, thinking the third years trio were underestimating him and his fellow first years. But he didn't end up complaining when he saw his senpais' confident look.
Yamaguchi was the first one to serve. Received by Daichi nicely to Suga, then spiked by Asahi. Tsukki and Kageyama jumped and attempted to block him. "One touch!" Tsukki yelled. Yamaguchi nodded and chased the ball, receiving it and directing it to Kageyama. Hinata was ready to jump and spike it. But Kageyama was completely lost in his thoughts.
A thud was heard as the ball hit the wooden floor, bouncing a few times before being completely still.
"Huh?"
"What the fuck you think you're doing!?" Tsukishima fast walked to Kageyama. With the setter being fully unaware of the situation.
"Tsukki!" Yamaguchi held both of his best bud's arms to stop him from provoking a fight with Kageyama.
That's when he saw it again. A burned volleyball, a glimpse of a pair of pretty eyes, everything that has been bugging him for the past week. He thinks of them at day and at night. It would pop out of nowhere without a warning. He would love to ask his friends why is this happening to him but he decided not to. Or else they would speculate that he really did lost his mind this time.
"Kageyama?" Nishinoya was bored out of existence due to the fact that he was not playing in the match and started to jump around Kageyama hoping to get noticed. But it was no use, Kageyama was still in his own world.
Nishinoya didn't gave up easily. He did his signature move and did a quick handstand-like jump on Kageyama's shoulder.
Blueberry head gasped in shock at the sudden weight on his shoulder and immediately knew who caused that. "Nishinoya-san!"
Everyone was staring at him worriedly. Especially Sugawara. The first year setter looked down at his feet not knowing what to say.
"I-I.. toilet.." As soon as he managed to say that, Kageyama fast walked out of the volleyball court, shutting the door back harshly. Leaving everyone confused.
"Okay...?"
---☆---
"Stupid! Stupid freak!"
Kageyama kicked all the things on his way; tiny rocks, an abandoned milk box, a volleyball that had exploded at some point, and even the walls surrounding him. He was bullying and torturing himself. Precisely, his mind.
His volleyball games always got distracted by those thoughts.. those eyes.
As he was halfway on his way back to the volleyball court, he saw a slight blur of a girl at one of the corners. He had never saw you around here, making his curiosity adds up some more. Your [h/l] [h/c] locks covered his chance to see your face as you were not facing him.
When you turned on a corner, you realized someone was eyeing you. So then you turned around. All Kageyama saw was those eyes. Those pretty [e/c] eyes that always been in his mind all the hecking time.
His frozen body then soon was carried back to the volleyball court by Suga and Daichi.
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