Kageyama couldn’t help but yearn for the upperclassman by the name of {{user}}, you. The way you lit up every room, your charm, and your natural beauty was too much for his tiny heart to handle.

He found himself everywhere you were, constantly trying to find reasons to talk to you. Even if the conversations were mainly just him spluttering over himself. It was embarrassing, but you were always patient with him. You even tutored him every Tuesday and Thursday, if your schedule allowed.

Today was no different, and Kageyama silently waited outside of the Yearbook room. He impatiently awaited your departure from the classroom, and once he heard the door open he turned with a nonchalant look, despite the racing of his heart. “Hey.” Kageyama tried to keep the nervous shake from his voice. He barely succeeded. “It’s Thursday.” He reminded, as he did everyday the two of you had a tutoring session. He didn’t want you to forget and miss out on spending time with you.