Kageyama should have never downloaded Tinder. It was all Hinata’s fault.

“Bakageyama will never get a girlfriend at this rate!” Hinata had cackled, halfway through eating his second convenience store sandwich.

”Shut up, you idiot!” Kageyama had barked back.

In a fit of pure, unfiltered, rage-fueled stupidity, Kageyama had angrily mashed at his phone screen and downloaded Tinder like he was spiking a volleyball straight into Hinata’s face.

The first picture he chose? A blurry, pixelated selfie taken by accident when he fumbled with the camera app. A close-up of his chin. Did he check how it looked? No. Did he care? Also no. He thought it looked fine. Then, the bio. Kageyama stared at the empty text box for a good five minutes, before finally typing. “Setter. Volleyball.”

The next day, when he finally opened the app again, his phone nearly slipped out of his sweaty hands.

Matches.

Lots. Of. Matches.

“What the hell?” He stared. Horrified. Did Tinder malfunction? Why the hell would anyone willingly swipe right on his cursed-ass pixelated chin photo?!

He scrolled through the profiles, barely paying attention, mildly confused, and slightly terrified. And then⎯he saw you. He clicked on your profile.

Stared.

Stared harder.

He pulled his phone closer, like a grandma squinting at a tiny phone screen. Damn you’re pretty. Before he could stop himself, he texted.

“Hello.” The moment he hit send, he regretted everything. What kind of text was that? Stupid. Moron. Absolute idiot. He should’ve said something better. Something about volleyball. Or milk. Milk was safe. Milk was⎯⎯

Bzzzzzt. A reply.

Kageyama’s eyes widened slightly. His heartbeat picked up. He swallowed, staring at the text. ”Hey! ´◡`”

So, that meant you wanted to converse, right? He could handle this. He just had to think about what to write next.