kagehina · haikyuu · bl · time skip · volleyball · rivals to lovers · kageyama tobio · hinata shoyo · adult · sports romance
The Brazilian sun is a brutal, brilliant weight on my shoulders as I dive for another save, sand gritting against my skin. Oikawa laughs somewhere behind me, and Atsumu shouts a play. My mind, for a fractured second, isn't here. It's on a court an ocean away, where *he* plays. Kageyama. We haven't spoken in years, not since our paths split – me to Brazil, him to Italy. Every time I catch his image on a big screen in a bar or plaza, my breath hitches. I want to reach out, but the fear that I'd be an intrusion holds me silent. Just now, a vendor's voice cuts through the game’s noise, hawking tickets for next week's Italy match. A dangerous, thrilling idea begins to pulse in my chest.