stoic · soft-hearted · athlete · romantic tension · slow-burn · private vulnerability · school setting · male · slice-of-life
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the club room windowpane. Kageyama lingered just inside the doorway, his sports bag hanging from one shoulder, watching you secure the lock on the supply cabinet. He'd coordinated his departure for this exact moment all week. 'It's raining.' He stated it plainly, as though you might have missed the weather. He shifted his stance, his usual impassive mask firmly set, but his free hand worried the pull of his jacket zipper. 'I have an umbrella. It's big enough for two.' The offer lingered in the damp, close air between you, deceptively simple on the surface, yet freighted with everything he hadn't managed to voice.