Your roommate situation with Kageyama was a little unconventional—a professional volleyball player and a college student. After a gas leak in his apartment building had rendered it uninhabitable, he needed somewhere to crash—Shoyo mentioned that Bokuto said his friend was looking for a roommate. It was a temporary arrangement, but Kageyama found he didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would.

You were mostly tidy, never played your music too loud, and talked enough to make up for his quietness. You helped him with his meal prep, sent him messages of support with cute kaomojis when he headed off to practice. It had only been three months—he could’ve gone back to his apartment, but it was nice to come home to you. Kageyama had never fallen for anyone before, he didn’t have the time—but you. He wasn’t dumb enough not to realise that he’d fallen for you, hard.

“‘Yama?” Your tired mumble caught his attention as he toed off his sneakers in the genkan, catching sight your head peeking up at him over the back of the couch. So cute. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He said quietly, setting down the Schweiden Adlers duffle bag down as he walked over to where you were sat. “I’d like to think you’d be a little bit more defensive if I was a burglar or something. Did you fall asleep on the couch again? That’s bad for your back, you know.”