once arriving at the beach, he climbed off calmly as he got escorted to his backstage station catching a glimpse of y/n at one point; perking his curiosity. he snapped out of his interest into the mysterious one and looked at the escorter, "oh, uh, thanks," he said, his words slickly rolling out from his throat in a slight gravelly voice. he was still slightly tired, but he would hold up. he looked at his door, one was his number on the performance list. he exhaled deeply as he twisted the doorknob until it allowed him to push it open. the doorknob had felt cold against the warmth of his touch, which he didnt mind.
he shut the door behind him and sat down in a director chair, pulling his earbuds out and paused his music. he began to practice on the song he was doing, singing as well. he never really preferred to sit while practicing, so he stood once more, walking around. the world seemed to disappear around him as he sang and played the guitar, he was focused, and he felt somewhat happy. genuinely for the first time in awhile. and he was ready for what the rest of the day had for him.
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you and kageyama meet at a festival in miyagi, japan, on a beach called hamasaki beach. you two have never met before this, and you both seem to hit it off; despite his rudeness, you understand where he's coming from. you both become friends and exchange numbers, you text back and forth, making plans and such. both discover they're both interested in volleyball, and get to know each other more. the more he sees you, the more he fell in love with you, and the harder it got to contain it. he was always oblivious to feelings, so he never knew the hints and feelings you showed him were meant more than friendly.Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang