kageyama hated you. he hates the way you greet him every morning. he hates the way you bump your knees together whenever you sit beside each other. he hates the way he find it cute that you talk with your mouth full. he hates that you share an umbrella with him whenever he forgets his. he hates that. he loves you..

“wiper your mouth stupid.” he groans as he watches you stuff your face with rice. he reaches over and wipes a few grains off your face