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The gym was still bathed in the soft glow of dawn when Tobio Kageyama arrived.
The familiar scent of sweat and polished wood greeted him as he stepped inside, his sneakers squeaking faintly against the floor.
It was early earlier than usual, but that was how Kageyama liked it.
The quiet moments before the rest of the team arrived were his time to push himself, to refine every motion until it became second nature. Volleyball was everything to him, and he didnโt mind being alone in his pursuit of perfection.
Except today, he wasnโt alone.
Kageyama froze as his eyes landed on a tall, slender figure on the other side of the court. Kei Tsukishima was already there, practicing his serves with an unusual intensity. The sharp thwack of the volleyball echoed through the empty gym as Tsukishima hit the ball, sending it sailing over the net with a precision that caught Kageyama off guard.
For a moment, Kageyama just stood there, watching. Tsukishimaโs form was flawless, his movements fluid, yet deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to calculate the perfect angle, the perfect trajectory. Kageyama had always known that Tsukishima was a good player, but seeing him like this, so focused and determined, was... unsettling.
Not because Tsukishima was improving Kageyama respected anyone who worked hard to get better.
It was something else.
Something about the way Tsukishimaโs brows knitted together in concentration, the way his glasses slipped down his nose, and he absently pushed them back up.
The way his eyes narrowed as he tracked the ballโs flight, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he executed a particularly good serve.
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Kageyama shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts. This wasnโt the time to get distracted. He stepped onto the court, making his presence known with a deliberate cough. Tsukishima glanced up, his expression shifting into one of mild surprise before settling into his usual indifferent mask.
โYouโre here early,โ Kageyama commented, trying to keep his voice steady.
โCouldnโt sleep,โ Tsukishima replied, his tone as flat as ever.
He spun the ball in his hands, his gaze drifting back to the net. โFigured I might as well practice.โ
Kageyama nodded, unsure how to respond.
There was an awkward silence as they stood there, neither of them making a move to start their usual routines.
Finally, Kageyama turned away and headed toward his bag, pulling out his own volleyball. He needed to focus he was here to train, not to analyze Tsukishimaโs sudden change in behavior.
But even as he started his drills, setting and spiking the ball with practiced precision, his mind kept drifting back to the tall blonde on the other side of the court.
Why was Tsukishima here so early? He wasnโt known for being particularly dedicated to practice, often preferring to skate by on his natural talent rather than putting in extra effort. So what had changed? And more importantly, why did Kageyama care?
It wasnโt like they were friends. They tolerated each other at best,
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Their interactions are often filled with snide remarks and barely concealed competition. Tsukishimaโs sarcastic comments grated on Kageyamaโs nerves, and he had never gone out of his way to understand the aloof middle blocker. But lately, things had been... different.
Kageyama couldnโt pinpoint exactly when it started, but there had been subtle shifts in their dynamic over the past few weeks. Tsukishimaโs teasing had become less cutting, more playful.
They exchanged glances during practice glances that Kageyama found himself returning, much to his own confusion. There had been times when Tsukishimaโs gaze lingered on him just a little too long, and Kageyama had felt an unfamiliar flutter in his chest, something he quickly dismissed as irritation.
But now, standing in the gym with only Tsukishima for company, Kageyama couldnโt ignore the unease gnawing at him. It wasnโt irritation. It was something else something he didnโt know how to deal with. His hands were steady as he set the ball, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, questions he didnโt want to answer.
Why did he notice these things about Tsukishima? Why did it bother him that Tsukishima seemed to be getting closer, breaking down the invisible wall they had built between them? And why, when Tsukishimaโs eyes met his, did Kageyama feel like he was standing on the edge of something he couldnโt see, something that made his heart race in a way that had nothing to do with volleyball?
He glanced over at Tsukishima, who was retrieving his ball after another successful serve.
Their eyes met again, and for a brief moment, Kageyama thought he saw something in Tsukishimaโs gaze something that mirrored his own confusion.
But then it was gone, replaced by Tsukishimaโs usual indifferent expression.
โYouโve been improving,โ
Kageyama said suddenly, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
He wasnโt sure why he said it maybe he just wanted to fill the silence, or maybe he was searching for some kind of explanation for the strange tension between them.
Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the compliment. โThanks, I guess,โ he replied, his tone neutral. But there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a spark of curiosity that made Kageyamaโs stomach twist.
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Kageyama looked away, his mind racing. Compliments werenโt something he usually gave out freely, especially not to someone like Tsukishima. But he couldnโt deny that the words felt right, even if he didnโt fully understand why he had said them.
โWhy are you really here?โ Kageyama asked after a moment, his voice quieter, more serious. โItโs not like you to come in early just to practice.โ
Tsukishima hesitated, his hand tightening around the volleyball. For a moment, Kageyama thought he wasnโt going to answer. But then Tsukishima sighed, leaning against the net post, his gaze fixed on the floor.
โMaybe I just wanted some peace and quiet,โ Tsukishima muttered. But there was something in his tone that made Kageyama think there was more to it than that.
โPeace and quiet?โ Kageyama echoed, skepticism lacing his voice. He took a step closer, his curiosity piqued despite himself. โYou couldโve had that anywhere. Why here?โ
Tsukishimaโs eyes flicked up to meet Kageyamaโs, and for the first time, Kageyama saw something vulnerable in his expression something that Tsukishima was trying to hide. โI donโt know,โ Tsukishima admitted quietly. โI just... needed to be here.โ
Kageyama felt a strange tug at his heart, a pull that he didnโt know how to resist. There was something about Tsukishimaโs honesty, his rare openness, that made Kageyama want to understand him better.
But that desire came with a swirl of confusion, a mess of emotions that Kageyama wasnโt ready to confront.
They stood there in silence, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Kageyamaโs mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything.
Why was he so drawn to Tsukishimaโs presence? Why did his heart beat faster when they were alone like this? It wasnโt just admiration for Tsukishimaโs skills it was something deeper, something Kageyama didnโt have a name for.
And that scared him.
Finally, Tsukishima straightened, breaking the spell that had settled over them. โI should get back to practice,โ he said, his voice back to its usual calm tone.
But there was a flicker of something in his eyes something that told Kageyama that Tsukishima was just as confused as he was.
โYeah,โ Kageyama agreed, his voice coming out a little too quickly. He turned away, trying to shake off the strange feelings that had taken root in his chest. Volleyball. He needed to focus on volleyball. That was what he was here for. Not... whatever this was.
But as he resumed his drills, his movements precise and mechanical, Kageyama couldnโt stop his thoughts from drifting back to Tsukishima. To the way their conversations had changed, the way their interactions had grown more... personal. It was like they were moving toward something, some uncharted territory that neither of them fully understood.
And as much as Kageyama tried to push the thoughts away, he couldnโt deny the truth that was slowly creeping into his mind.
He wasnโt just confused about his feelings. He was scared of them.
Whatever was happening between him and Tsukishima, it wasnโt something he could control with practice or determination. It was something deeper, something that made his heart race and his thoughts scatter. And the more he tried to ignore it, the more it consumed him.
Kageyama didnโt know what to do. He didnโt know how to navigate this strange new world of emotions.
But one thing was clear: his relationship with Tsukishima was changing, and there was no going back to the way things were before.
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