opposites attract ~ a kageyama tobio fanfic

performance

a/n: everything after this point has no specific relation to the canon timeline, and pretty much happened anytime within the beginning of their relationship to the end of their high school career!

yeah, i know i skipped over nationals but i got lazy lol

performance--

he comes to every single one of my performances now.

he doesn't care if he has to rush like how he did the first time, or if his grades are slipping and he should be studying instead, he insists on coming. it doesn't matter how hard it takes for him to get there either, he once took like three trains and two buses to get there.

my parents upgraded to one of those two separate room suites since we were there so often, and conveniently we had another bed for tobio to stay in.

after every performance, instead of yui-nee coming to check on me after i literally pass out, tobio is the one to help me. it doesn't matter how many times i do it, i will always have that shock afterwards.

and it doesn't matter how many times i pass out/get slightly sick afterwards, tobio is always worried.

he will pretty much rush back to the dressing room and hold my hand, feeding me water or asking if i need anything to eat.

he seems like he's bad at taking care of people, and i agree he isn't the best since he's so flustered, but his heart is in the right place.

i always get really happy whenever he cares for me like that.

but after i feel better and am able to sit up and give him a soft kiss on the cheek (which still--and might always--leave his face red), i ask him excitedly what he thought of my performance.

"it was incredible, mizuki. as always."

then i pout a little and say that he should really expand his vocabulary to something other than just 'incredible'.

he feels a little guilty that he's so unable to express what he feels into words. and i know this, so i just smile a little and say,

"it's okay, tobio. i'm glad you enjoyed it. i hope i was able to reach lots and lots of hearts today."

i really can't help but admire the dreams she strives for every single day.

my support--

there was this one time before a performance. i wasn't doing it alone, it was with my chamber ensemble. but and the cellist suddenly called in sick... an hour before the performance.

so obviously i was very very very panicked.

i don't like change. i don't like things going out of order. i don't like spontaneous spur of events AS BIG AS THIS.

we couldn't find a replacement. there wasn't anyone we knew who could sit in. soon it would be half an hour before we had to go onstage and all the phone calls we were making were pointless because there was a storm raging outside so most of the trains into tokyo would be delayed.

i was pacing inside the practice room, back and forth. i told the other performer that i needed a second to think, and just dashed into the empty room. i was known as the organizer in the group, the brain. so i was taking this the most hard since it was my responsibility to fix this more than anyone.

we couldn't just kick out the cello part. it was too big of a portion, since this was a piece that mainly centered around the cello. so one third of the main melody would be gone. it would be completely incomplete without it.

i was getting more nervous by the second, and the more i paced, the more agitated i got. i started picking at the skin on my fingers and hands, a nervous tic i got from my anxiety.

soon, i felt cool hands with slender fingers rest on my red hot ones.

it felt familiar.

i looked up in front of me to spot tobio, a concerned look on his usually scowling face.

"to...bio? when- when did you..."

kageyama just pulled me over to a chair and sat me down, never letting go of one of my hands the entire time. "you're shaking, mizuki," he said calmly. "sit down."

i did as he said, looking up at him with big eyes. he never came down here before, because he knew how much i valued the alone time before i got onstage.

how did he seem to know i needed him, when i didn't even know myself?

"you have to stop picking at your fingers, okay? i know you're nervous right now. sakurajima-san told me your problem, and i just knew you'd take this super hard."

i bit my lip and looked away, because i knew i'd cry if i kept looking at his sweet face.

"yeah, well. i'm kind of expected to. i don't want to let anyone down, but i really think i will, since i can't think of any options right now other than canceling."

i swallowed really hard. i couldn't cry. not now. i refused to let the person i valued more than almost anything see me so weak.

"h-hey. look at me."

tobio used two of his fingers to gently tilt my face back in his direction and looked straight into my watering eyes.

"don't... don't cry. i don't like to see you cry." he took a deep breath. shit. how was he supposed to deal with this. what could he say.

"you won't let anyone down if you can't figure anything out. this isn't all supposed to be your responsibility, okay? don't put that much pressure on yourself, because you don't deserve it."

tobio held up a trembling hand to brush of a tear that leaked out of one of my eyes.

"but i know you're gonna try to think of something to fix this anyway. so let me try to help." he cleared his throat and asked me,

"who in this building, right now, knows the cello? anyone at all? even if you know security guards who do, they probably could."

i sniffed and tightened my hands into fists. tobio was on a good track. who here knows the cello. even an amateur would be good at this point. anything is better than canceling.

then i gasped. because i thought of not only an amateur cellist, but one of the most talented cellists i'd ever known.

"mika!" i exclaimed, jumping up.

i thanked God that out of all the times mika didn't have cello classes, it was today. that the storm raging around this part of Japan had affected her teacher, who canceled classes. what a lucky coincidence.

and i smiled, thanking God again that i had such a wonderful boyfriend who did this for me.

throwing my arms around tobio's neck, i had the biggest grin on my face. when i pulled away, i pressed the briefest kiss to his lips, and whispered a quick "thank you, tobio-chan" before rushing out the door.

leaving behind a very flustered tobio, who could still smell the remains of my special flowery perfume on his clothes.