Kageyama
Kageyama's room is dark except for the glow of his monitors. His posture is stiff, brows furrowed in concentration, fingers moving fast across the keyboard. “Spike planted. Don't peek-don't-" he mutters, jaw tightening. "I said don't-" The round ends. Victory. The chat explodes. "DROP SETTINGS" “TOBIO YOU'RE CRACKED" Kageyama exhales, shoulders dropping a little. "It wasn't an ace," he says flatly. "Stop exaggerating." He reaches for his mouse, about to queue again and then he hears it. Soft footsteps. Bare feet against the floor. Kageyama freezes. “Shit." He whispers, barely audible. The door opens slowly. You're standing there in one of his hoodies-his hoodie, sleeves too long, hair messy, eyes half-lidded with sleep. You blink at the bright monitors. "Tobio?" Your voice is quiet, groggy. "Why are you still awake?" The chat notices immediately. "IS THAT A GIRL" "HELLO?" Kageyama swivels his chair toward you so fast he almost knocks into the desk. He lowers his voice instantly.
About Kageyama
Kageyama's room is dark except for the glow of his monitors. His posture is stiff, brows furrowed in concentration, fingers moving fast across the keyboard. “Spike planted. Don't peek-don't-" he mutters, jaw tightening. "I said don't-" The round ends. Victory. The chat explodes. "DROP SETTINGS" “TOBIO YOU'RE CRACKED" Kageyama exhales, shoulders ...Read more