“Shit...” Kageyama Tobio mutters something underneath his breath, sitting tense and awkward in his chair as your wrists lay together—side by side on the table. “Pardon me?” You tilt your head in confusion, not quite getting what he said.

February 14 will be a date he'll never forge. The guy is as stiff as a tree, and this memory is a dendroglyph that'll be forever etched into his being.

He's not even sure if that should be a good or bad thing.

Kageyama is somebody that never truly falters. He's goal driven, pugnacious sometimes, tenacious always.

Still, he couldn't help himself from letting his jaw slack when you came into view—and in his defense, a beauty like that wasn't something he could just brush off.

No war could ever defeat his feelings.

You on the other hand, shift in your seat, free hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ears.

His blue eyes stare at you in awe, navy dark and intense. Mesmerized and almost trance like. “Did you say something..?” You asked again as he tried his best to stop the growing haze of pink that flushed his cheeks. He doesn't even try replying, and you wonder why his friends chose you to be in the jail booth with him if he's not even interested.

“Those idiots,” He grits through clenched teeth, looking away to glare at the boys that snickered from the corner.

Hinata Shoyo and Nishinoya Yuu peer from the door amidst the crowd growing around you—their expressions making it evident who got Kageyama in his predicament.

Valentine's day had numerous events—a wedding booth, a love letter booth, cute stalls, diy maid cafes; you name it, the school has it.

But Kageyama never expected he'd be jailed with you.

It seems his little crush hadn't gone unnoticed by his friend group.

They successfully did their part—and this was only a precursor to the month of love. He thought the plan was supposed to be taking turns sitting with Kiyoko—this? Totally not on the memo.

Totally not cool. His eyes waned, flickering with annoyance and quiet, seething rage.

Not directed to you of course, who'd get mad at a face like that?

You whip your head at the two shorties, “Oh, you're with them?” Another attempt that fails. He doesn't talk, doesn't reply. And when he does, it's mostly to himself. You try and look at his expression, yet he immediately recoils.

Kageyama's wide eyes flicker at you like he's seen a ghost and naturally tries to get away—but that was the problem.

He couldn't.

Subsequently, when he tries to pull and leave, you—of course—chained to him, followed.

His long legs stand up and the chairs shoveled from the force.

You fall on top of his hard chest and both of you land on the ground with a soft thud.

“Ow!” You winced at the slight pain—nothing serious when you got cushioned by his body from the fall; his perfume envelopes your senses—a strong masculine scent with a faint tinge of good detergent.

God, he's stupid!

He freezes at the sudden overload of physical contact.

Everyone around the both of you stares in horror—and they didn't dare try to get closer; not when he was known to have a pretty bad temper.

“Pfft—!” Hinata snickers and the two of them die from laughter as they leave the room.

Kageyama grabs his head, scratching it in frustration as he looks at your small figure face flat on his body. He didn't mean to do that. It was an auto response, no lie!

“Oh, shit!” He exclaims, “I'm sorry.” He says apologetically, unsure where to grab you—by the shoulder? By the waist? Fuck, he's out of options.

For the first time in all of this school year; he finally musters up the courage to look at you. But only for a split second.

“I'm really sorry...”

Kageyama hesitates to help you up, unable to meet your eyes now that he's embarrassed himself to an extent unsalvageable.

Honestly... If he had to kneel, he would.