Ask: Hi there!! I’d like to request a scenario with Kageyama and a female reader where they both have crushes on each other but are equally awkward and adorable about trying to confess that they like the other and they fail a few times before they both finally muster up the courage to confess to each other and it’s cute and fluffy and awkwardly adorable because they had no reason to worry at all. I’m just really in the mood for awkward and adorable Kags so i hope this makes the list! TYSM!!
I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! I hope you’re still in the mood for awkward, adorable Kags (and I hope this is actually adorable). Thank you for your patience!
One day after practice, Kageyama approached Yachi asking, “I’m having trouble with that new chapter in math, would you be able to help me?”
Yachi bit her bottom lip, an apology written on her face. “Sorry, Kageyama-kun,” she said scratching her chin, “I have a lot to work on with the new posters and my English homework.” After a moment, she brightened, extending one finger up in a gesture of inspiration. “But ______ is really good at math, I’m sure she’d help you.”
At the mention of ______’s name, Kageyama couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing a bright red. The last thing he wanted was help from her. Not because he didn’t like her, oh no, it was the complete opposite. He didn’t want her to know how hard math, and other subjects, were for him to grasp. But with the threat of missing out on summer training camp because of make-up tests looming over him, he begrudgingly nodded. “Ok, um, will you-?
“I’ll talk to her, no worries, Kageyama-kun!” Yachi exclaimed, giving him a salute.
He thanked her before running back to the court where Hinata was shouting at him to give him one more toss.
“I never pegged you for the devious sort,” Ennoshita teased, a knowing look in his eyes.
Now it was Yachi blushing as she shook her head. “No..no, I really couldn’t help-”
He patted her on the shoulder. “You’re a good friend, Yacchan. Sometimes people need a little extra push, right?”
Smiling, the tiny blonde nodded, hurrying to her bag to send ______ a text.
Later that night she giggled at the reply.
You did WHAT?!!!
I told Kageyama-kun you’d help him with his math. What, you don’t want to?
It’s not that! But….him and me….alone…? ヾ(゚д゚)ノ
You’re welcome! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
YACHI!!!
Seriously, you will help, right? ಥ_ಥ
…….fine
YEAH!!! (•◡•) /
Kageyama laid on his bed, volleyball tossing up and down though his mind was, for once, not solely focused on the sport he so adored. Instead, he was thinking of his “study date” as Yachi had called it in her text to him that evening. Just the idea of him and ______ on a date had his heart pounding and he really wished she hadn’t called it that because now he wasn’t sure what to think or do.
Had _______ called it a date, or was that Yachi just using a figure of speech? Had she figured out he had a crush on _____? Probably. Yachi was surprisingly astute about more things than just school.
The smack of the ball against his face made him groan. Just what he needed, a red mark on his forehead! Standing quickly, he looked in the mirror sighing when he saw there was no mark and deciding he should just try to get some sleep.
The next day was a Saturday but as usual Kageyama was up at the break of dawn, running. Huffing and puffing through the cold air he hoped a thorough workout would calm his jittery nerves so that he had some hope of focusing while ______ was tutoring him.
Those hopes were promptly dashed the moment he stepped into the cafe they’d agreed to meet at. There she sat, pencil in hand and books already on the table. Her focus was on the papers in front of her so Kageyama had an opportunity to take her in unobserved. He’d thought her pretty enough in their uniform but here, in the real world, she was something else entirely, wearing a soft looking dress of a color he wasn’t sure the name of along with white knee high socks and ankle boots, a plush white scarf around her neck. Not an overly affectionate person, Kageyama was startled by the overwhelming want to wrap his arms around her and squeeze.
That was until her head whipped up and she caught him staring. His shoulders went rigid, the clutch of his hand on the strap of his bag tightening. Oh god, how long had he been looking? Was he creeping her out?
He relaxed slightly when she smiled and waved him over.
“Good morning Kageyama-kun,” she said sweetly as he approached.
“Good morning, ______-san,” he returned, thankful his voice hadn’t cracked.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before she spoke once more. “Yachi mentioned you were having trouble-”
‘Yes!” he said a bit too abruptly, rifling through his bag to offset the sudden awkward tension. “Um, this chapter,” he offered, pointing to the appropriate page in his book.
She leaned forward, eyes darting over the figures he’d written down. “Oh, I see where you went wrong. Here let me show…”
But Kageyama was already lost and it wasn’t because he didn’t understand the math, though that definitely played a part. From this distance, he could smell her perfume, a sweet floral scent that wasn’t overly strong. The fan of her breath hit his hand and he almost shuddered. How was he going to do this? Looking up was a mistake because now he was aware of how close their faces were, prompting him to jerk back suddenly.
He moved so violently that his chair leg caught on a loose tile, sending it toppling to the side and subsequently spilling him onto the floor. ______, of course, was so startled she jumped up which knocked the table, spilling her coffee all over their papers and her hand.
She hissed in pain drawing Kageyama’s attention to her and away from his own embarrassment.
“Damn it,” he groaned standing quickly, trying to ignore the stares and snickers of their fellow patrons. “Are you ok? I’m so sorry!”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said quietly but the redness of her hand said otherwise.
“Here, let’s get that under some cold water,” Kageyama insisted and without thought grasped her non-injured hand to drag her towards the back of the restaurant.
Whipping open the bathroom door, he ushered her inside. “Run cold water on that, I’ll be right back.”
Bewildered, she did as told, jumping slightly when he returned a few minutes later saying through the closed door, “When you’re done, come back to the table.”
She finished up, drying her hand and wincing when it continued to sting. Walking swiftly, she reached their table to find Kageyama had procured a first aid kit from the staff and taken the time to clean up the mess as best he could. He gestured for her to sit and after she did so, silently asked for her hand. Blushing furiously, she extended it, unable to look at his face as he deftly put burn ointment on the affected area and then with a tenderness she never would have expected from someone normally so brusque, wrapped gaze and a bandage around it.
When he was done, Kageyama nodded once then stood, making his way to return the kit.
He returned quickly, falling back into his chair and sighing out, “Leave it to me to not only ruin our study date but injure you in the process.”
Her eyes whipped up. “This was a date?”
Kageyama felt his cheeks flame, the red hue he was sure to be brighter than the burn on her hand. “Um, well, that is…Yachi mentioned…I mean, I thought-”
“Did you want it to be a date?” The question left her mouth before she’d given proper thought to it and a second later she clamped her hand over her mouth.
Kageyama looked at her a moment, then figuring he might as well go for broke, nodded. “Yeah, I, um, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now, just…never….did.”
“Yeah, that’s the way to win her over,” he thought bitterly, clenching his fist upon the table and looking towards the ground.
His head snapped up at the feel of her hand on his. “I…I’d like it…if you did,” she confessed.
Swallowing his nerves, present still despite the complete certainty she’d say yes, Kageyama asked, “______, would you like to go on a date with me? A proper one?”
She smiled. “Yes, Kageyama-kun, I’d like that very much.”
“And next time I won’t fall over and spill coffee on you,” he muttered, much enjoying the feel of her fingers toying with his own.
Giggling, she finally grasped his hand completely and gave it a squeeze. “Technically,” she said, drawing out the word, “you didn’t spill the coffee on me. I did that all on my own.”
He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.
“So, shall we get back to work?” she asked.
Staring at the coffee logged papers, Kageyama shrugged. “Might as well,” he agreed and scooted his chair right next to hers, no longer worried about being too close.