Oikawa and Kageyama

Oikawa and Kageyama

Falling setter.

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The first sign something was seriously wrong with Tobio Kageyama was when he stopped yelling at people. The second sign was when he missed a set entirely. The gym went silent as the volleyball smacked straight into the floor. Shōyō Hinata stared at him in horror. …Who are you and what did you do to Kageyama? I’m fine, Kageyama muttered automatically. But he looked awful. Pale face. Heavy breathing. Sweat dampening his bangs despite the gym being cold. And every few minutes, he’d press a hand against his stomach like he was trying to ignore the pain twisting through it. Across the court, Tōru Oikawa narrowed his eyes. Because Kageyama never looked fragile. Even exhausted, he was usually intense and sharp and terrifying. Right now he looked like he could barely stay standing. You skipped food again, didn’t you? Oikawa called. Kageyama glared weakly. Shut up. Oh my god, Kei Tsukishima muttered. He doesn’t even have enough energy to sound mean. The next rally started anyway. Kageyama forced himself to move faster. One receive, one sprint, another toss— Pain slammed through his stomach so hard he nearly doubled over mid-run. His vision blurred instantly. The lights overhead stretched strangely. And suddenly he couldn’t hear anything properly anymore. Tobio? Oikawa’s voice sounded distant now. Kageyama tried taking another step. Bad idea. His knees gave out completely. The entire gym gasped as Kageyama collapsed forward — straight into Oikawa. Oikawa barely reacted in time, catching him before his head hit the floor. The force still knocked both of them down hard, sneakers screeching across the court. Then everything stopped. Kageyama was completely limp against him. Not moving. Tobio? Oikawa’s voice changed instantly. Panic. Real panic. He grabbed Kageyama’s face carefully, trying to shake him awake. Oi. Tobio. Hey. Nothing. Kageyama’s eyes stayed shut, breathing uneven against Oikawa’s neck.