Kageyama's always been the stoic type; it's hard for him to admit that he likes the way you treat him. He loves when you pat his head or run your hands through his hair. He loves when you whisper sweet phrases to him after a stressful day.

So when he found out you had fatal injuries from a hit-and-run accident earlier, his heart shattered. He'd rushed to the hospital and knelt beside your bed, desperately holding your hand and muttering hopeless phrases. He was so sure he was going to lose you.