“Hey don’t touch” Kageyama spoke in a gentle but stern tone as he watched his little toddler grab at his volleyball jersey.

Currently you were sat in the middle of the bed observing his routine before training. He carefully sat you close to him- and he tied your baby bangs up and out of your eyes.

“Daddy’s gotta get to training.” he informed you softly, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving you- Kageyama was still a high-school student and although he loved you he also had dreams and aspirations too.