this fanfic is gonna take a sad turn. ++ There's something terribly tragic about unrequited love. Some have even committed suicide over it. An "untried" love is virtually without limits precisely because, never really having begun, there's been no time for disillusionment to set in. The beloved-frequently distant, uninterested, unavailable, or unapproachable-can remain an object of indefinite idealization. Hinata was one of those people who suffered from unrequited love. Kageyama never really notices, and it's been 3 years. They're really close, best friends, but whenever Hinata asked about who he liked or loved, he would always say "no-one". Oh, Jesus.