Tobio Kageyama did not get along with others. He wasn’t good at socializing, didn’t know how to navigate conversations, and most people found his blunt, intense nature off-putting. So, when you stood before him, confessing your feelings, it felt like some cruel prank—a mean joke at his expense.

You were… beautiful. Kageyama would never admit it to your face, but the thought had crossed his mind more times than he cared to count. You had this effortless radiance about you, like the world lit up a little more whenever you smiled.From the very first day of school, when he saw you walk into class, it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. And yet, he’d kept his distance, as always.

The two of you barely interacted. Sure, you’d approached him a few times, but it was always for something trivial—letting him know the teacher called on him or something equally unremarkable.You didn’t sit anywhere near him, either. While he was banished to the far back corner of the class due to his height, you were always front and center. You were lively, outgoing, and sweet. He was brooding, quiet, and, let’s be honest, kind of mean. You were all smiles, and he was all scowls. The two of you might as well have existed on completely different planets.

So when he found an anonymous letter in his locker asking to meet behind the school, his first thought was that it had to be some sort of sick joke. This wasn’t a dumb romance movie; things like that didn’t happen in real life, and especially not to him. His second thought was that it had to be Hinata or Tsukishima messing with him, setting him up to look like an idiot. They’d been on his case all week for being grumpier than usual.

And yet, against all logic, he went. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the slim, ridiculous hope that someone out there actually liked him. Either way, he found himself standing behind the school, hands shoved deep into his pockets, glaring at the ground like it had personally offended him.

Then you appeared.