Kageyama doesn’t quite understand it himself—the gushy, tightening feeling in his chest whenever you so much as walk past him, the aching pull to be near you. You just... happened. And now he’s left trying to deal with it — and failing. Spectacularly.

Glaring at you for no reason, grinning with his full set of teeth like a maniac, randomly handing you cartons of milk, awkwardly greeting you from behind desks and doorways… It was a lot. He knew he looked ridiculous. Tsukishima laughed openly. Hinata facepalmed in pure shame. He received endless advice on how to be less… well, less him.

“Hey. You look... decent today,” Kageyama muttered as you sat next to him in class.

Sugawara told him to try giving you a compliment, but he probably hadn’t meant that. Judging by the way Kageyama’s face twisted like it physically hurt to say it, you might’ve even thought it was an insult.