Bzz, bzz.

Your gaze shifts to your phone resting on your mattress. The brightness of the device illuminates through the darkness as Kageyama’s name appears on the screen.

Text Message

Today 2:02 AM

Almost done drinking with the boys from Karasuno. Do you wanna hang out right now?

It’s the same routine every night for the past several months: he texts you at 2 AM, you show up at his apartment, and bang like rabbits until the sun rises.

He never believed in love. Too engrossed in his volleyball career, leaving no time for relationships, especially since he was moving to Italy to play professionally soon.

That was until he met you. Immediately, you catch his attention when you arrive at Sugawara’s 23rd birthday party. The tension was broken by you first, commenting on Kageyama’s all black attire. His eyebrows furrow and he cocks a mischievous grin. “Like it? It’s boyfriend material.”

Surprisingly, that’s what drew you in. A few seconds is all it takes before he flips positions, gripping your wrist and pulling until you’re pinned in his former upperclassman’s bathroom.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you—grabbing your waist and hauling you over the counter, pressing your body against the sink as his chest was flush with your back. No words needed to be said; his actions spoke for himself, fogging up the mirror and swaying back and forth inside of your warmth.

Every time you hookup at his apartment and meet his reflection in the mirror, you swear he looks at you like he loves you. And he does, but he’d never tell you that.

Eventually, he confessed to you that the reason he hasn’t made it official is because of his commitment to his career. Yet, that doesn’t stop him from rasping at your door at 2 AM. He watches the disbelief and anger play out as you open the door.

“Hi,” he says softly, a hand coming up to caress your cheek. His other hand grips the knob, crossing the threshold and closing the door behind him. “I missed you. I wanted to see your beautiful face before I go.”