《lowkey | tobio kageyama ༄ؘ ˑ》pillow talk
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both of y'all laid on your bed, breathing in and out heavily.
you turned your head to him, did that really just happen? you look back at kageyama, he still had his classic resting-bitch-face so you turned away.
he takes a towel and cleans both of you up before lying down again.
"so i was a quick fuck right?" you whisper to him.
"come here"
you expect him to start a fight again. however he hugged you from behind, resting his neck in the back crook of your neck.
i thought you were still angry at me.
"i'm sorry" both of you guys say at the same time.
two of you then look at each other, wide eyes.
"i'm sorry for bringing up some random girl and for being late y/n, i just wanted to make you mad to get a reaction out of you, it was a dick move. i won't do it again, i promise" he whispers softly.
he gestures out his pinky finger, and you cling yours around his.
"i learnt the nickname from tsukki. i didn't know it meant something and i didn't mean to make you angry" you explained.
"i'm sorry" he finished.
"me too" you replied.
you look at him, but he was already looking at you.
his fingers trail down to your stomach, making you flinch at the sudden sensitivity. he was teasing you.
"no more tobio" you booped his nose, falling onto your back again.
"are you okay?" he laughs at you, pulling a piece of hair behind your ear.
you push him down, burying your face in his chest. "my legs hurt~ and it's because of you!"
"sorry" he shrugged, small smiling.
your eyes trailed off to the white disposable bad that was sitting patiently on the floor. "i'm hungry"
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"me too" he carried you off his body and got off the bed.
"also could you be a darling and get me something to wear?" you laid on your bed like a corpse, taunting and ordering kageyama around.
"sure, dumbass" he rolls his eyes.
and there the nickname is.
"hey! you were so nice and sweet for a second"
you whine at him.
"deal with it, slut" kageyama reached into his bag, getting a sweatshirt and aggressively throwing it right at your face.
kageyama wore his sweatpants and sat on your bed with the chopsticks and the takeout.
as you placed your head through the foreign object, you struggled to get your shaky hands through the sleeves.
you felt a slap on your ass.
"oww!" you scream in pain. regardless, he helped you put it on, of course not without another disgusted look on his face. "who asked you to fuck me so hard huh? this is your fault!"
he rolled his eyes, stuffing his face with sushi. "tomorrow are you gonna come for the volleyball practice? you can just watch us" he asks in the middle of eating.
you looked at him, your lips going in a straight line. "nah, that's way too awkward"
"no it isn't?"
"what's in it for me if i come to your stupid practice tomorrow?"
kageyama swallowed all the rice in his mouth before speaking. "i don't know, you get to see me all hot and sweaty?"
"ew"
"you don't have to pay for the sushi?"
"okay okay, fine~" you finally agreed, both smiling at each other as y'all ate.
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kageyama pov
once we had finished eating, y/n's face was laying down on my chest and i was hugging her while using my phone.
basically, we were cuddling.
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i pretended to type like i was texting to someone, but i was just in my notes app typing random words.
similar to how my mind was at this moment.
i had almost dropped my phone when y/n got up from her position just to smack me in the face.
"oww!" i grunt.
"see? isn't it painful?" she all up in my face with her finger poking my cheek.
"ehh whatever" i smile at her.
she was so cute.
y/n re-buried her face into my bare chest, trying to hide her red blushing face from me. my heart started to beat like crazy.
did that really just happen?
did we actually just fuck each other?
wow, i can't believe it.
even after, i could see her in the most innocent state.
fuck she was so pretty.
and an urge to finally say how i feel came and washed over me like water.
"y/n?"
"hmm~" she nods.
and i take a deep breath.
"we have been talking for quite long already and i wanna tell you something. look, you probably don't feel the same way i do, but it's worth a shot isn't it? i know i'm like so mean all the time, but that's because your such a dumb dumb annoying little girl!"
i pause for a second, wait this isn't how to confess you dumbass.
"okay i am rude and cold, i admit that. but, i think that i haven't felt this way about anyone before, and you just happen to be that unlucky girl. look-
"i like you, dumbass"
she doesn't say anything, maybe she's shocked or does not feel the same way but i'm on a tangent.
"you can be so crazy sometimes but i think it's so cute and wow, you make my heart a mess
y/n, like ahhh i'm a mess right now! but anyway, what do you think about me?"
i ask, but she doesn't answer.
"y/n?"
i cup her face carefully, separating her from my chest.
fuck.
she was sleeping.
"oh my god, i am the dumbass not her!" i whisper to myself, slapping my face. i take a look back at her face, all cuddled up on my body.
carefully getting up to not startle her, i walk across the room and grab my scrunched up shirt.
putting it on, i take all my belongings and walk over to her bedside.
"goodnight, y/n"
i plant a soft kiss on her forehead before sneaking out of her window yet again.
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