Kageyama Oneshots ✔

Silence

Daichi slowly rubbed Kageyama's back to try and help him calm down; the setter in question was crying softly into his shoulder. Asahi's hug provided the first year with some much needed warmth.

Both third years shared worried looks. Not just because there was something upsetting Kageyama, but at the thought of wondering how many times Kageyama had told them he was okay when he wasn't. He brushed off their questions, telling them not to worry, and this was the first time he had broken down.

"I'm sorry for bothering you." the setter apologised, his face still hidden in Daichi's shoulder.

"You have nothing to apologise for. We all need a little love once in a while."

Kageyama tightened his hold on the captain's shirt, and Asahi ruffled his hair to try and lighten up the atmosphere. It worked a little as the setter let out a quiet laugh and looked up with amusement in his teary eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Daichi asked when Kageyama had pulled away to brush the tears away.

"N-no."

"Okay, but we're here if you need someone to listen."

"I know. Thanks..."

"Never felt a feeling of comfort, oh, and all this time I've been hiding..."

Kageyama had been quiet all day. Too quiet. He had been quiet during the warm up, only called out names in a quiet voice during the practise match, and hadn't shouted at Hinata once. It was concerning.

He was a quiet person in general, but even then he was comfortable enough with the team to talk to them. So now they knew something was wrong. During the match he didn't seem excited or energised, instead sad and resigned. When the first set was over, his team having scraped the last few points, he grabbed his water bottle and went and sat on the steps outside.

His bottle stood forgotten next to him. He was looking down, his face in a frown as if thinking over something painful, and he was ignorant of the concerned glances sent his way. Suga noticed everyone was concerned but didn't know whether or not to approach the first year, mostly in fear of being shut out.

He sighed and took one more drink of his water before putting his bottle down and joining Kageyama on the stairs. The first year noticed his presence but didn't acknowledge him; it wasn't until a warm hand slipped into his own that he looked over to the third year. He saw a warm smile and concerned eyes, ones he couldn't look at. But he appreciated the gesture.

He didn't need questions or glances, just some sense of comfort. He returned Suga's grip and lay his head on the vice-captain's shoulder, letting out a long sigh. At this show of vulnerability, Suga shuffled closer to the first year and slowly ran his fingers through the ravenette's hair to hopefully distract him and ease away his tension.

And Kageyama let him, enjoying this silent comfort he sometimes missed...

"And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah, I'm so used to sharing..."

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. On and on did the repetitive sound of a volleyball slamming against the gym floor echo around the Karasuno gym. Kageyama was practising his serves by himself, wanting to get better so he would be as good as Oikawa.