Weak in the Knees [Kageyama Tobio]

1: Prologue

The ball rolls to a stop at your feet. Until that moment, you were sipping from a can of soda in the middist of a conversation with Kiyoko, your friend who happened to be the manager of the volleyball club, much to your dismay.

You follow the origin of the ball and meet the gaze of the team's new setter, Kageyama. You tried your best not to flinch or look away from his gaze. He was a first year like you, but was at least a head taller than you, and absolutely terrifying.

"[Name]," he said, your stomach tied itself into a knot, and not a good one like butterflies, no, it was more like it was trying to devour itself. "could you bring the ball over?"

His voice was polite and didn't sound unpleaasent at all, but it still scared you. "Sure," you said, slightly pleased you managed not to stutter. You stood up and almost fell down immeadietly. Your knees went weak. You brought the ball to the court, and streached the hands toward him. You thought of saying something, but no words came to mind.

"Thanks," he said, a small smile on his visage.

"N-no problem," you almost slapped your hands over your mouth.

You walked back the the bleachers and collapsed next to the manager, your face already in your hands by the time you felt the seat beneath you.

You heard a small crash and knew without looking that you had knocked over your drink.

A groan escaped your mouth.