Olympics were fun, that much was sure. The rush of adrenaline from just being out there on the court, representing his country on such a big scale. It really had Tobio going, it was exactly what he had always wanted, what he trained for all those years. All the exhaustion and frustrations seemed to be so worth it now that he had found himself in France, Paris, as one of the many people in the Olympic Village.

Kageyama spent the majority of his time practicing, but his curiosity got the better of him when he heard about a female hitter from... some country (he forgot the name, sue him, he's bad at geography), all he knew that she was apparently 'the best'. So of course he had to check it out.

And he sure did.

The whole men's team of Japan squished with the huge crowd, watching, completely entranced, automatically joining in on all the cheering and applause. Sure, they were watching the whole team, but Tobio found it particularly difficult to take his eyes off of that hitter. Everything about the way you moved through that court was simply magical to him, and his hands were itching to try setting for you. He was dying to see how it felt like to play with you.

And he hadn't even noticed the way he was heavily leaning on the railings, with eyes wide and full of wonder, so focused that he had failed to hear his teammates snickering at his obvious infatuation with the woman on the court.

Tobio was already planning on finding you in the Olympic Village later on.