y/n pov

u okay?

tobio?

kageyama

delivered

-

"could you actually shut up?"

even after 3 days, you still couldn't understand if you did something wrong.

maybe he regretted doing it with you? but that couldn't be it, it wasn't the first time anyway and when it was he initiated it.

or maybe, you were annoying him? maybe that's why, your were possibly talking too much.

maybe he doesn't like smiley faces?

or maybe, he doesn't like you?

fuck.

wait

i don't wanna think that!

but why couldn't he just bucker up and tell you what's wrong? does he really feel the need to full on ghost you?

this is his fault.

you held a clench fist to your heart, distraught.

"just stop thinking about him y/n! so what if he doesn't like you!" you whispered sharply to yourself, not knowing yamaguchi and yachi were waiting for you in fromt of your table.

shooting up your head, your cheeks hued pink.

"who?" yachi poised a hand on her chin, thinking.

"yeah, what are you on about young lady?"

you defensively stood up, pulling her put of the classroom to head off to a different venue, with yamaguchi coming along.

"oh shut it!"

kageyama pov

u okay?

tobio?

kageyama

-

it was 8.00 a.m. in the morning right now, and thank god i made it on time to school. no I didn't have time to cut my fringe so my hair was slightly side swept.

stepping through the class door of 1-3 in cold sweat, i felt eyes piercing at me like daggers. not the most warm welcome,

reluctantly, i waddled over to my seat at the back, draping down my bag and by the time i was seated, all eyes were at the front of the class already.

and just in time, the bell rung.

i really wanted to now what class it was at this time, but i'm pretty sure i lost the lamented time table for each class.

looking around anxious, i decided to ask the boy sitting right in front of me.

"e-excuse me?" i tried to motion, but he was busy talking to the other people beside her.

awkwardly, i sat back down and observed, seeing our math teacher already in class.

nevermind.

"oh shut it!" a pitched voice said from a few corridors away.

across my class, i saw our fellow blonde manager and her boyfriend holding hands and swinging them up and down. behind them was the girl i knew too well, mostly physically.

she was awkwardly trailing behind them as there wasn't enough room for 3 people in a single file line on the corridor.

turning my head away before she could look at me, i looked down at my worksheet.

i remember exactly what i said to her word for word. i just wasn't ready to talk to her so soon yet. so yeah, i resorted to shutting her out and being a total bastard because....

i don't know.

i felt like such an asshole.

and, goddamn i am.

maybe this was all a mistake.

and i mean i'm being completely real here, she really could pull hotter, smarter and more popular guys. i mean we met just cause of my mistake, for texting her.

and I can't tell if i regret it or not.

i mean, it always happens. girls in our year compliment my appearance. but when they hear the rumours about me, they just lose all interest in me.

but y/n still stuck around.

tsukkishima would be so much better for her.

right?

right.

so why do i keep going back to this dumb stupid pretty and cute annoying girl?

isn't it quite selfish?

my mind felt like written words that were cancelled messily on paper, like scribbled. and I can't think right now, so yes I'm probably doing the worst thing i could do which is giving her the cold shoulder.

the contents of my mind were spilling out onto my written paper, seeing black scribbles all over each equation.

i try to focus, since my grades are another insecurity of mine. but i can't.

she was right, i'm just a fuck and ditch.

tsukishima was right. the only thing i care and can do is volleyball. he was right about the guy y/n was doing to be a dick.

i just really live up to my nickname, don't i?

"kageyama, what are you doing?" my teacher crept up from behind me posed, making me jump up from my seat.

a few heads turned in my direction, some snickering while others ignored.

i leant forward to the teacher with a frown now complete visible on her lips "sorry, sensei"

"mhm" she shook her head, taking another look at my disastrous handwriting before walking to the table in front of me.

awkwardly pulling my chair forward to take a seat, my head fell to the table, defeated.

"i'm really gonna fail like this subject" i picked up my pen again, persistent.

it was better like this.

so the boy decided to ignore her, in hopes to keep her off his mind and the fear of getting rejected like how tsukki did.

(but it didn't work)

(at all.)

third person pov

why are they both so dumb lol

AUTHOR NOTE

22' update - i edited this chapter to include a bigger conflict about all of kageyamas insecurities cause the conflict last time was so ass

i hope my real life wattpad moment will come soon, two of my friends got tgt 3 days ago and the girl accepted his confession with cat pics

anyway thank you guys for being patient :)

also if i should make an insta for wattpad then umm tell me cause that sounds fun 👍