Kageyama absolutely hated you.

He couldn’t stand the way you always greeted him so cheerfully every morning, like you hadn’t just annoyed him the day before. He couldn’t stand how your knee always knocked against his when you sat too close.

He couldn’t stand the way you talked with your mouth full—and how, for some reason, he found it adorable. He couldn’t stand that you kept sharing your umbrella whenever he forgot his own.

He couldn’t stand any of it.

Because he was falling for you.

“Clean your face, idiot,” he grumbled, watching you shovel rice into your mouth. Still, he leaned in without thinking, wiping a few stray grains off your cheek with the edge of his thumb.