Weak in the Knees [Kageyama Tobio]

10: Milk Carton

You didn't answer him. You couldn't; it was simply too difficult. How could you answer him when you could barely stand to face him?

Instead you meekly apologized and went home. That didn't mean you stopped thinking about him. Him and his dark eyes and unsuitably kind voice. Him and that thing about him that made your knees wobble and your stomach tie itself into nervous knots.

He kept you up all night; it wasn't exactly his fault, but you still blamed him. Stupid, annoying, terrifying raven. And you came to you answer, thankfully before dawn.

You found him at lunch break. He was at a strangely peaceful spot, the tranquility contrasted your inner turmoil fantastically.

For a moment you didn't approach him, wanting to quietly watch from a distance. The setter appeared to be deep in thought, not really paying attention to his surroundings. He stood idly in front of the vending machine, but instead of getting his drink he simply stared at the buttons.

Then he shot two fingers at the vending machine. Almost as fast as that freaky quick he and Hinata did in volleyball.

You jumped. And cursed. Silently, thank goodness.

The raven took a long gulp from his drink, milk, you realized. You scoffed at that; as if he needed more calcium. The first year was already tall enough to be a telephone pole.

He sat on the wall and you steeled youself to approach him. Get in, get out, get away quickly, you tell yourself.

Kageyama looked up at the sound of your footsteps, your eyes meeting his and throwing your heart into a panicked frenzy.

You take a deep breath –hopefully it's not too obvious– "Saturday, 11:30am. Are you free?" you manage.

He nods, "yeah."

"Good," you say. You turn to leave, but his hand shoots out, so quickly it's as though he's abusing the vending machine again. His fingers wrap around your wrist.

"Wait." The setter says, his voice as gentle as it always is. "Stay."

You look him in the eyes, you take in the sincerity on his face and for once neither your knees or your voice are weak. "Okay."

You sit next to him on the wall, careful not to sit too close.

You lean over and feed the machine your money, then jab the buttons Kageyama-style. You giggle when he jumps in surprise.

He feels his heart skip a beat at the sound, his cheeks heat up; he's never made you laugh before– only heard you laugh at someone else's jokes. It sends butterflies cartwheeling through his stomach.

You take a sip from your new juicebox, prefering it to milk.

"So?" He asks, breaking the silence.

"So what?"

"So where are we going?" He says, not daring to utter the words 'on our date'.

You shrug, "haven't thought about it. Where do you wanna go?"

He shrugs, "Haven't thought about it."

You sigh and look at the boy beside you. Your gaze falls on his milk carton.

"Kageyama, how do you feel about frozen yoghurt?"

10.5: Extra

You watch as the setter sips his milk from the box. He bent the straw at an obtuse angle– probably so that just in case he squeezes the box the drink won't spill out.

You wonder: does he drink straight from the carton at home? Probably not. Hopefully not– it's gross and most likely messy.

Maybe he uses a straw like with the milk from the vending machine? You almost snort at the idea.

"Kageyama?"

"Hmm?"

"At home, do you drink milk out of the carton or would you use a straw?"

He blinks at you as though you said something absolutely unintellegent.

"[Name]. I pour it into a cup. What do you do?"

You flush madly.

(A/N: sorry this took so long lmao. tbh i have another haikyuu thing in the drafts i'll self-promo when i publish it ;) also to everyone else who messes up tsukishima/tsukiyama or other names ilysm lol we're all in this together nd thanks for commenting about it it really makes my day 💕)