No One But You [Kageyama x reader]

Chapter 5

(Kageyama's POV)

She's still shaking. I hugged her to try to stop her from shaking. At least I think so. Her social anxiety is way worse than she makes it out to be. What triggered the panic attack? I'm surprised I was able to help her stop it. I have never experienced seeing a panic attack. I remember hearing about how to deal with one, but at the time I couldn't remember what I should have done. I don't hate the idea of skipping class. Besides, we'll just go back after lunch. The only problem is that people are going to think the wrong thing. (Y/n) doesn't need that many eyes on her.

We stayed at the machine the rest of the morning. We sat against it and talked about whatever. I'm surprised neither of us has brought up the things I said earlier. I'm such an idiot. I was just so caught up in what was happening words just started spilling out. You dumbass. Now she thinks you like her! Now things are going to be weird. Why did I have to say those things? I hope she doesn't think too much about it.

The way she leaned on me and kept her hand in mine. For whatever reason, I didn't think anything of it. Now we sit with a small space between us with our hands linked. At least we are still holding hands. Her hand is so small and petite just like her handwriting. Her skin is soft but colder than normal. If I couldn't see her I would think she was dead. The day isn't even halfway through. Is she going to survive the rest of the day? Now that we are both gone people are going to assume things. Making them stare at her. Shit! I didn't think about that. Should I tell her? Should we just skip the rest of the day? I don't want her to have another panic attack.

She yawns and rests her head on my shoulder. She must be exhausted from waking up early, to having a panic attack. I feel bad for her. I let my head rest on hers and I feel her start to drift to sleep. I end up doing the same after a little bit.

I wake up to the school bell, ringing for lunch. I gently shake awake (y/n) and her eyes open slowly. I dig in my pocket for some money for milk and orange juice. Thankfully I had just enough. I pay for both of them, leaving (y/n) with a face of gratitude, but still just a little annoyed. She must be mad I pay for her drink. We sit there drinking our drinks in silence. We aren't holding hands anymore. I find myself feeling a little sad about it. Why? I need to stop these feelings before they grow.

"Tobio," (y/n) said, I look at her to let her know I'm listening. "I'm sorry. It's my fault you're missing class. I know we're going after lunch but I feel bad that you had to take care of me." I still don't think going to class is the smartest choice for her. I'm not sure if I should tell her or not.

"(Y/n) don't be sorry. I was the one who went after you. I'm not worried at all about class. My biggest concern is if you're okay," I reply. She looks at me confused. Crap! I'm being weird again. Come on Tobio don't be like that! "Honestly I don't think we should go back today. I don't think it's smart."

"Why not?" She asked. She thinks for a minute and then realizes why. "Oh. Right." We nod together. She stands up and reaches her hand out to me. I take it and stand up with her help. Her hand is still unseasonably cold.

(Y/n's POV)

We have been walking around town for most of the day. We kept our distance from each other but still kept close. We didn't talk much like usual, but for whatever reason, I felt the need to talk to him. I don't have anything to even talk about.

I peer over at him to see him looking ahead of us. His raven hair was slightly blowing in the soft wind. It's almost amusing to watch, and kind of makes me want to laugh. I hold in my laughs and try to keep a straight face. I look down at his hand. Why am I still looking at him? He's going to think I'm so weird. Stop looking! I turn my head to face ahead of us like him.

Where are we even going? We've been walking with no real destination for a while now. I would ask but I don't think he even knows. There is no point in asking if he's going to say the same thing I would say. I guess the only way to find out is to keep walking.

If mom hears I skipped school I'm going to die. Sugawara will hear about it and then it will be the end of me. Suga is more of a parent than mom. It's kind of concerning, but it's always been that way. I don't think much of it until people start to talk about their parents. I guess mom is too busy with work for us. I don't really mind it though. I hope Suga will understand why I skipped. Please please, please! I don't want to hear the same lecture from him again. It's always about "going to him" and "breathing through it". This isn't the first time I had a panic attack at school. It's just the first time I could have gone to him. If he hears I had one and didn't go to him, he's going to pitch a fit. For my sake anyway. I don't see why he needs to. I was able to stop it without him. Well, I had Tobio. Why did he have to follow me out? I could have made it to Suga just fine. Well, maybe if I didn't collapse. It's whatever now.

"Where are we going?" Tobio asked. I guess he didn't think it was unnecessary. I shrug my shoulders at him. I still don't trust my voice after today. I also didn't feel like talking. "Turn here," he says pointing at the right corner of the street. I don't really know why he decided to tell me which way to go but whatever I guess. He keeps giving directions until he stops walking. I stop with him and look around. We are in a small neighborhood that looks familiar to me.

"Where are we?" I ask. He points to a house and starts walking towards it. Like that's going to answer my question. Thanks, Tobio. Look who's the smartest person in the world. "Tobio. Where are we." I ask again a little more demanding than intended.

"Oh, this is my house." He answers turning back to me. Oh. His house. The fuck? Why are we here? I swear to god, sometimes I wonder how this boy is still alive.

"Ok..." I pause for a long time while I walk up to the building. "Why are we here?" I ask. I'm losing my patience with this dumb boy. He rolls his eyes and opens the door and steps in. He motions me in and I hesitantly stepped in behind him. He closes the door behind us as we slip off our shoes.

"I'm tired of walking, and we were close so I thought we could hang out for a bit." He finally answers my question. God. Why does it take him thirty years to answer?

"Ok," I say stepping in the house more. I look around in curiosity. It's nice I guess. I'm not a big fan of the colors of the walls but it's not my house to like.

"Sorry, it's weird I know. I just had to get off my feet." He says dryly.

"You play volleyball. How the hell are your feet tired after walking?" I ask. I guess he wasn't expecting such a sassy remark because he looks shocked but ignores it.

"Are you always like this after a panic attack? You're always so sweet and now it seems like you want to rip my head off," he asks. Ugh. He's right I'm being really rude. Wait- did he just say I'm sweet? I have never thought of myself as sweet.

"Sorry, I guess I'm being a little rude," I reply bowing in an apology. He motions me to walk into the living room and I follow him.

"It's cool, I'm not the nicest person ever so I can't talk." He says. I can't help but smile at his note. He has a point. He isn't a very nice person, but he is to me. I guess I'm not nice to people either. But he thinks I'm sweet. No! Shut up (y/n)! You do not like him! No!