Weak in the Knees [Kageyama Tobio]

8: Fear Inducing

"Who was it?" [Name] snarled.

"I don't know, it wasn't signed," her friend replied with all the confidence of a frightened mouse, because that's what [Name] was when she was mad: frightening. That was the only word for her. Everyone knew it except [Name] herself. Said girl's friend shuddered to think what the high schooler would do with this information. If she ever found out the world was in danger.

"When I find the bastard who did this..." she clenched her fist. "Making you wait for hours! He'll pay."

If the second girl hadn't known [Name] the way she did she could have passed out at the sheer bloodlust.

The hallway was already buzzing with the news, [Name]'s temper was famous after all.

"I'd hate to be that poor guy," one student remarked. For the rest of that day, wherever [Name] went her peers kept a 5 foot radius away from her as they could practically see the bloodlust seeping from her. As if by miracle, it vanished the following morning.

-o-Ø-o-

[Name] walked into her homeroom as she usually did; cheerful and bright. This shocked nearly everyone in said room.

"D-did you find thy guy who did it?" A male classmate asked. Obviously the poor soul who had been singled out to ask her. Scorn

[Name] shook her head, "I'm still working on it. Oh by the way, can I borrow your notes from chemistry? I think I missed something."

"Y-yeah," he said as he dug through his bag and handed her his book.

The girl took out her own book and flipped it open to the most recent page, with eyes of a hawk she compared it to her classmate's. She sighed, "Thanks, but you don't have what I'm looking for." With that, she passed the book back and made her way to a group of male students.

She chatted animatedly with all of the males in the class and compared notes with them. When she finally finished, she retired to her desk. Her head drooped until it was on the surface of the table.

"Sorry," she said to her friend who'd been forgotten on the roof, " I couldn't find him."

"It's okay, I'm fine. Honestly," she reassured her.

"Maybe he's from another class," [Name] mused. "What will I do then? I can just ask for notes."

"Kageyama, you're late," a voice from the other side of the room said.

[Name] was there before the setter could reply.

"Morning Kageyama!" She said vibrantly, "do you have notes from yesterday's class? I missed something the teacher said."

Kageyama should have felt the eyes of every class member burning into him. Half with excited anticipation, the other half willing him not to give the girl his notes. The raven did not notice. His attention was focused solely on the girl before him. He could feel his heart racing.

"Yeah sure."

[Name]'s book was open at the first hints of a positive answer. That was when he saw it. That moment was also when he cursed his stupidity, for within the pages of her book was the letter he'd been deeply regretting.

After analyzing his handwriting with the utmost attention, she smiled and gave the book back to him. "Thanks a lot! You had exactly what I was looking for." She smiled brightly one last time, and headed back to her seat.

That was when the class collectively decided Kageyama was an idiot. More specifically, a dead idiot.

-o-Ø-o-

[Name] spent her lunch hour pacing with vigor. She continuously mumbling to herself the words "why him? Anyone else. Just not him." Previously, she had been putting up false bravado and had been carried away in the moment, however now after she had time to contemplate her next actions she did not know what to do.

"[Name], it's okay! you don't have to do anything," her friend tried. "I'm fine."

"It's too late, everyone saw me," the female whined, "if I don't do anything they'll know I'm scared of him."

"Actually I think they'll just think you like him," the other girl stated.

"That's worse!"

-o-Ø-o-

Kageyama was filled with dread. Firstly, [Name] knew. Secondly, she was pissed. Thirdly, this was [Name], she was going to kill him. And finally, because this was [Name], he'd probably let her. And mabye blush.

The volleyball club hadn't quite started, their coach hadn't arrived yet, and there were only a few of them setting up. No one noticed the girl standing in the doorway.

"Um..." She started.

"[Name]," the captain said, Kageyama gulped, "can I help you?"

"Is Kageyama Tobio here?" Her voice was steady albeit small, even so the setter heard her. "Can I borrow him?"

Tsukishima looked like he was holding in unbearable laughter, "aww, the king's all grown up."

The setter glared, "shut up." Wonderful last words.

"Kageyama!" Sawamura called.

At the speed of a procrastinating snail, the raven walked to the awaiting female.

She led him to around the building, where they wouldn't be heard by eavesdropping volleyball players.

Her eyes were like ice, and if her voice were tangible, it would have been compared to ice; clear and barely noticeable as she said "why did you write a letter and then abandon a girl?" She demanded in a tiny but fierce voice, "was it a prank."

"N-no," he stammered.

"Then?" Her voice only grew colder and her eyes sharper.

The male sucking in a breath, she should have been ripping him a new one, yet here she was, her voice like a whisper on the wind. Maybe, she didn't want it to be him. Maybe it'd be better to tell her the truth. Maybe she felt the same way about him. Kageyama exhaled slowly.

"It was a mistake. The letter was meant for someone else." It was a wonder the words came out.

"Then how did she get the letter?" Her voice was sharp, but to Kageyama it sounded like she believed him.

"I," his heart was pounding in his chest, could she hear it? He had to calm down, "I mixed up their bags."

"So? You should have gone anyway. Who cares if it was given to the wrong person? You should have gone and apologized or something," she scoffed, "you ask someone to meet you and yet you don't even go?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Apologize. Make it up to her somehow." Her eyes were stone cold. "You have one week."

She turned on her heel and walked away the same way a cat would when it was done with a rat.

Now or never. "The letter... it was meant for you." She stopped walking, " I like you, [Name]."

She turned to partially. He could see her face now. What was it written across her profile? She wasn't happy, yet the ice was gone from her eyes, like his words evaporated it.

"What?"

Disbelief. That's what was displayed on her visage. Not joy or anything else.

"I've liked you for a long time."

She opened her mouth then closed it. Her eyes wouldn't meet his. She took a step back. Then another. Then she was running. Soon she was out of his sight. The sound of her footsteps faded from existence.