Karasuno's Mangers: Little Ukai and The Runaway

51: Mama Mirae To the Rescue

He opened the front door to see Mirae shuffling from one foot onto the other.

"Hey," she timidly waved, "I have something I needed to talk to you about. You have a minute?"

Kageyama asked her to come inside but she politely declined. They chose instead to sit on the porch outside.

Mirae crossed her legs and began fiddling with her fingers. Kageyama knew that was a sign that something was bothering her.

"What's wrong?"

She glanced up. Worry lines were creasing her forehead and dark circles were formed under her eyes. She sighed.

"I don't know how to say this so I'll just have to be blunt. Are you dating Akira?"

"No," he fell backwards, scrambling. "No. No way."

"But you're talking to her, aren't you?"

"I sometimes text her."

"What do you talk to her about?"

He shrugged. "Nothing." He reached into his pocket and flipped his phone. He then showed her the series of text messages between them. Akira would send almost ten messages, each a paragraph long. Kageyama would reply with a single ok. She would send another series of texts and he would reply with another oh.

Mirae stopped herself from revoking his texting privileges.

"There is so much wrong here I don't know where to start," she panicked. "Based off what she's been texting you, she's flirting. She's trying to tell you about herself in hopes that you'll open up and start talking more personally to her."

"Why?" his face drained of colour.

She grabbed her head. "Oh my God Emiko wasn't lying; you really are slow."

"She's slow too."

Mirae wanted to scream. As much as she hated to say it, it seemed as though he and Emiko were made for each other.

She clasped her hands in prayer. "She. Likes. You. She. Flirts. With. You. She. Wants. To. Date. You."

Kageyama blinked and then scrambled for his house. "No," he grunted, "burn the phone."

"Hey get back here!" Mirae caught the phone he had chucked and raced after him. "We're not done talking about this, Kageyama!"

"I don't want this. I'm done with school."

"You are not done with school!"

"I am, I'll only come for volleyball practice and leave. No more school. No more Akria. Problem solved."

Mirae caught the door before he slammed it shut. "She knows where you live."

His face paled. He dropped to the ground and withered. "How? I haven't told her."

Mirae peered at the phone screen and scoffed. "She texted you last Sunday, hey Tobio-kun, is your house the white one in block A across from the community park? to which you replied, sure".

"I don't read her texts."

"Evidently not," Mirae rolled her eyes. She pulled him back to his feet. "Don't sit on the ground its dirty."

"I mopped," he grunted.

She gave him back his phone and then crossed her arms over her chest. "Why haven't you told her that you're not interested? Girls like this take the smallest amount of attention and make a big deal out of it. I'm surprised she hasn't gone around claiming that you are her boyfriend already."