Priorities [ Kageyama Tobio x Reader ]Priorities [ Kageyama Tobio x Reader ] by ShirayukiHaruka
Kageyama was amazing at volleyball. Being called a genius setter wasn’t for nothing. And he loved what he did. Feeling the ball lightly tap his hands, the undeniable rush when he scored a point. He loved it all. Almost as much as he loved you.
You sighed and looked at your watch once more. He was late. Again. By two hours. He must have forgotten, you thought bitterly, a wry smile settling on your lips.
It shouldn’t have been surprising. Kageyama had missed many of your dates because he stayed late for practice. Even if you did remind him the day before, he’d simply forget. That was how much he loved volleyball. That was how dedicated he was to the sport.
You couldn’t help but wonder if he loved volleyball more than you. More than willingly, you were ready to support him, of course, but it still hurt to think like that. Insecurity flooded you as more days passed by.
All he did was practice, it seemed. You hardly ever saw him except
selfies. | oikawa tooruselfies. | oikawa tooru by shoujodere
Oikawa liked to take selfies. At least, that's what people call them nowadays. You didn't really catch up with modern slangs — mainly because you didn't care. But apparently, lots of people actually used them, and you wouldn't understand them if you didn't know what they meant. Meaning, you forced to learn yourself slangs. It was a painful experience, you had to say.
You grab your phone on top of the cabinet — where it had been laying whilst you were in the bathroom. Wiping your hands with your shirt, you unlocked it and see if you had any new messages or any missed calls. There weren't any. However, there were new photos — much to your confusion. You don't remember taking any photos. It was rare of you take one, actually.
"Hey, Oikawa," you called out, and he perks at the sound of your angelic voice.
"What is it, my [Name]-chan~?"
"Why is my phone filled with your selfies?"
Silence. Utter silence.
You waited patiently for him to respond, already knowing in you