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His phone, set to vibrate, buzzed three times in the desk drawer. Maybe it was hitting against the metal edge, because the sound was sharp enough to jolt Kageyama out of his sleepy math-class daze.
He blinked groggily at the teacher, who was still rambling on about things Kageyama didn’t understand no matter how hard he tried. Or maybe he hadn’t really tried. He pulled out his phone.
Three new Line messages.
For someone as socially minimalist as Kageyama, Line was usually just for confirming club activities or declining Hinata’s silly hangout requests. His phone rarely made a sound.
He glanced around to make sure the teacher wasn’t looking, then unlocked it.
Two photos and one message. All from Oikawa-senpai.
“Well, what can I say~ Tokyo shops are just way trendier than those in Miyagi. Admit it, Tobio-chan—you’d totally be staring if Oikawa-sama wore this. After all, you’re just a little country crow~ ╮(╯▽╰)╭”
Kageyama scowled. Country crow?
He wanted to object. He wasn’t that… unfashionable, was he?
And Oikawa-senpai was from Miyagi too, wasn’t he?
Grumbling silently, he tapped to open the photos.
Oikawa was taking a mirror selfie in both shots, wearing a black button-down shirt.
It wasn’t crisp and stiff like a school uniform—it had a more elegant cut that subtly flattered his shoulders and neckline.
On the sleeves, there were two deep-blue buttons that caught the store’s lighting just right and shimmered faintly.
Oikawa-senpai really does look good in a shirt, Kageyama thought, at a completely inappropriate moment.
Aoba Johsai’s uniforms had collared shirts too, but they were all plain white and cut for practicality, meant to sit under the team jacket. Even the practice gear was light-colored, so Kageyama had rarely seen Oikawa in black.
It made him look… different. Less like the always-smiling senpai, more like a vampire from an old castle.
Mysterious. Dangerous. The kind that made people want to get closer just to see what he was hiding.
Kageyama found his brain helpfully imagining Vampire Oikawa commanding his servants to bring him a fresh human.
His cheeks went warm.
“Kageyama-kun? Kageyama-kun!”
A voice yanked him back to earth.
The math teacher was pointing at the board, waiting for an answer.
Like hell he could answer that.
There were numbers and letters tangled together on the board like some alien language. Math already confused him; throw English into the mix and it became incomprehensible.
He shook his head, admitting defeat. The class laughed.
The teacher gave him that why-do-you-even-bother look.
Embarrassed, Kageyama blamed everything on Oikawa-senpai. Who even messages people during class?
In his head, he became a hunter slaying the blood-sucking Oikawa who consumed 500 humans a day.
Class finally ended. Kageyama pulled out his phone the moment the bell rang.
“Oikawa-senpai!”
Hunter Kageyama, righteous and outraged!
Oikawa didn’t respond right away. He was probably still shopping. Kageyama waited, and when no reply came, his energy sort of… deflated.
He brought the phone close again and stared at the photos.
Seriously… it really does look good…
He hesitated, then typed another message.
“Did you buy it?”
This time, Oikawa replied instantly:
“Of course not! Tobio-chan, do you know how many curry buns that shirt could buy? It’s from OO, you know.”
Kageyama zoomed in on the photo and spotted the famous OO brand tag tucked in the corner. He’d heard of it in passing, but it wasn’t like he followed fashion or anything.
He replied, grumbling a little:
“Oh… it suits you though, Oikawa-senpai.”
Message sent, he tucked his phone away and headed toward club activities.
Passing the vending machine, he noticed his usual “Grow-Tall” milk had a new version out—a limited edition from Sendai, with the Sendai mascot Shirow on the packaging.
He didn’t hesitate. Grabbed one, unwrapped the straw, stabbed it into the carton—
And froze.
Wait… why is Oikawa-senpai in Tokyo?
Is there a volleyball tournament there or something?
He quickly pulled out his phone again and messaged him.
Oikawa replied almost immediately:
“Not telling~ But are you feeling lonely, Tobio-chan, knowing we’re not under the same sky? Don’t worry, I’ll hop on a shinkansen back tonight ♪ (^_−)−☆”
“Also, you dummy—you didn’t notice, did you? The buttons on that shirt… they’re almost the same color as your eyes. That’s why I couldn’t resist trying it on.”
Kageyama blinked, then pulled the photo back up.
The buttons did glow—deep and vivid, just like his own eye color.
Somehow, Oikawa in that shirt went from very good-looking to almost painfully good-looking.
He couldn’t get Oikawa’s image out of his head.
And the thought that Oikawa hadn’t actually bought the shirt?
That made something ache a little.
Club practice ended, and the first-years sprawled on the floor to stretch.
Kageyama’s mind, however, was still on that shirt.
He wasn’t the type to care much about clothes—comfort and fit were all that mattered, since he spent most of his time in jerseys anyway.
But Oikawa was different. He was like a peacock, always ready to show off. Even his casual clothes were stylish. Always looked good.
But that shirt…
That one looked the best.
The thought started to burn. Not just admiration—more like an impulse.
A gut-deep pull toward something he didn’t even fully understand.
Then a slap landed on his shoulder.
“Hey, Dumb-yama! You’re coming with us tomorrow, right? You’ve skipped like a million first-year hangouts. Even Tsukishima said yes this time!”
“Huh? Where?”
Yamaguchi came over smiling. “A new theme park opened in Miyagi! It’s got a haunted house that’s supposed to be terrifying. We’re hitting it, then going for hotpot after.”
Tsukishima took the opportunity to snipe at Hinata, as usual. “Hope they let little babies in. You’re gonna cry before we even get inside.”
The group bickered cheerfully. Kageyama nodded.
This sort of thing—you weren’t supposed to say no.
It was for team bonding, after all.
But…
But there was something else he wanted to do more.
His mouth opened before his brain caught up.
“I… I’m going to Tokyo tomorrow.”
The words hit the air like a dropped stone, and for a second everything stilled. Then—
“Okay, so—wait, WHAT?!” Yamaguchi’s jaw dropped.
Kageyama going somewhere that wasn’t for volleyball or running was practically unheard of.
Tsukishima drawled, “Wow. His Majesty the King knows how to navigate the world after all. Or is this just a random excuse to ditch us?”
Kageyama turned bright red. “It’s not! I’m really going. Just for a day. I’ve got something to do.”
He paused, then turned to Yamaguchi again.
“Yamaguchi… can you tell me how to take the shinkansen from Miyagi to Tokyo?”
Yamaguchi looked deeply concerned.
“I mean… yeah, I can, but are you seriously going alone? This isn’t just a trip to Sendai—we’re talking about Tokyo, Kageyama.”
Tsukishima helpfully added a mocking snort in the background.
Still, Kageyama nodded, firm. “Please. Tell me.”
Maybe it was because he wanted so badly to see that scene, the one in his mind.
His palms were sweaty.
Was it impulsive? Or was it just… too much anticipation?
Either way, Yamaguchi gave him all the details—how to get from Miyagi to Sendai, which station to catch the bullet train from, how to check which car to board, even how to use Google Maps.
Tsukishima, in a rare act of grace, lent him his Suica card (with the caveat that Kageyama had to load it himself, obviously).
Hunter Kageyama was ready.
Determined, focused, fueled by a mission:
To bring tribute to Vampire Oikawa.
Early the next morning, Kageyama left home.
He made it from Miyagi to Sendai without trouble—then got hopelessly lost in Sendai for an hour.
Eventually, though, he was seated in a reserved seat on the shinkansen bound for Tokyo.
Outside the window, the landscape flew by in a blur.
But inside his chest, Kageyama felt strangely calm.
This wasn’t just a sudden whim. The decision was rooted deep.
Even so, he wished the train could go just a bit faster.
Just a bit.
So he could see that scene sooner.
At some point, Oikawa messaged him again—a photo of himself playing volleyball with his nephew at the gym.
Kageyama felt a little itchy seeing it.
He wouldn’t be touching a volleyball at all today.
But… this was something important.
He reached for the front pocket of his hoodie, fingers brushing against the thick bundle of cash inside.
All of his savings, collected over the years.
He didn’t buy much for himself.
Every now and then, if he’d had a good day at practice, he’d treat himself to curry katsu rice. That was it.
So over time, the allowance had added up.
He knew Oikawa-senpai could afford the shirt.
But if it came from him, as a surprise…
Wouldn’t it feel different?
His heart pounded.
The bills in his pocket vibrated faintly, echoing his pulse.
He got off the train and promptly got lost again—this time in the chaos of Shibuya.
By the time he stumbled into the OO store in Omotesando, it was nearly 5 PM.
The store clerk greeted him warmly.
Thanks to his eagle eyes, Kageyama spotted the shirt right away, hanging neatly under a spotlight.
He pointed. “That one.”
The clerk, diligent and polite, asked, “Would you like to try it on first?”
Kageyama hesitated.
Then nodded.
Inside the fitting room, he slid the shirt over his head and turned to face the mirror.
And froze.
He wasn’t as tall as Oikawa.
His frame was narrower, less broad in the shoulders.
What had fit Oikawa perfectly was a little too big on him.
It reminded him of those teen fashion magazines that Miu was always reading—
The ones where a girl steals her boyfriend’s shirt and wears it oversized, like a badge of affection.
At the time, Kageyama had thought that was dumb.
Now? His face was red all the way to his ears.
He changed quickly and bought the shirt.
The clerk wrapped it neatly and tied a bow on top.
Kageyama held the bag tightly to his chest as he stepped back out into the city.
The sun was setting, Tokyo glowing orange and gold in the thick layers of twilight.
People hurried by in all directions.
Maybe they were all rushing to see someone too.
Right now, there was someone he couldn’t wait to see.
Someone he wanted to share this moment with.
Someone he wanted—just for a second—to reach out and touch.
The return trip didn’t go smoothly.
The shinkansen was delayed due to maintenance, and by the time Kageyama arrived back in Miyagi, it was nearly 10 PM.
The streets were nearly empty as he walked toward Oikawa’s house.
Earlier, he’d been so sure.
But now that he was here, nerves crept in.
What am I even going to say?
“Here’s a gift”? But it’s not his birthday.
Do I need a reason?
Still.
He’d already bought it.
Oikawa probably wouldn’t reject it.
At worst, he’d laugh and say something like, “Stupid kid, spending money like that.”
Lost in his own anxious spiral, Kageyama didn’t even realize he’d arrived at the front door.
He took out his phone—still slightly warm from being pressed against his body for hours—and dialed.
One ring…
Two rings…
Three…
Click.
Oikawa picked up on the fourth.
His voice was lazy, teasing as always.
“Well, well, Tobio-chan. You ignore me all day and now you remember your beloved Oikawa-senpai?”
Kageyama nearly bit his tongue.
“N-No… I… I’m outside your house. Can you… come down?”
Nearly 400 kilometers.
One long day.
All for one shirt that had just appeared in a photo.
He clutched the bag tightly in one hand—and quickly hid it behind his back.
Oikawa appeared not long after.
He was in beige pajamas, hair unstyled, flopping gently over his forehead.
He looked soft.
Homey.
Kind of perfect.
He strolled up, smiling, and gave Kageyama’s nose a gentle twist.
“Come in, come in. It’s cold out here. If you catch a cold, Oikawa-senpai’s healing powers only go so far.
My mom’s out tonight, so relax.”
Kageyama followed him inside, stepping directly into his shadow like it was a path.
Oikawa smelled like milk-scented body wash. It was oddly comforting.
Focus, he told himself.
Remember why you came.
He took two steps back.
Then bowed deeply.
“I… I brought you a gift, Oikawa-senpai. Please accept it.”
Hunter Kageyama had delivered his hard-earned prize straight to Vampire Oikawa’s lair.
And he was… a little proud of it.
Oikawa blinked, surprised.
He turned and raised a brow at the classic OO-brand packaging.
He took the bag, fingers carefully undoing the bow.
Inside was the neatly folded shirt, pristine and glowing under the soft hallway light.
He didn’t say anything right away.
Kageyama grew nervous.
He waved a hand in front of Oikawa’s face.
Oikawa caught it, gently lowering it.
“…Want me to try it on now, Tobio-chan?”
His voice had a hook in it—soft, teasing, dangerous.
Kageyama nodded. Hard.
That was the whole reason he’d bought it, after all.
Oikawa undid the buttons on his pajamas slowly, casually.
His pale chest peeked through—toned but not overly muscular, balanced in a way that made him look strong and graceful.
Kageyama blushed and turned his head away.
Oikawa chuckled.
Then slipped on the shirt.
It was perfect.
Even better than in the photo.
The cut, the color, the way it fit his frame—it was like the shirt had been waiting for him.
Kageyama looked up at last and saw the real-life version of the image that had haunted him for two whole days.
The tight expression he’d worn since walking in finally broke.
He smiled.
“…It really does suit you, Oikawa-senpai.”
Oikawa smiled too.
But this time, it was different—gentler, quieter. Real.
He stepped closer, then lifted his hand and held the button at his wrist beside Kageyama’s eye.
“See? They match perfectly.
Thank my flawless fashion sense—I spotted it instantly.”
Their breaths mingled as he spoke.
Kageyama stared into Oikawa’s warm brown eyes, his laughing face, and the shirt… the shirt he’d picked out himself.
His lungs struggled to keep up.
His face got hotter and hotter.
Oikawa blinked.
And then, suddenly, the tips of his ears turned red too.
He turned away, coughed once into his fist, and—
Flick!
Snapped his fingers against Kageyama’s forehead.
“Ow! What was that for?!”
“You idiot!” Oikawa scolded. “How’d you even afford this? It’s OO, not Uniqlo!
You blew all your savings, didn’t you? What, you want your Oikawa-senpai to feed you from now on too?”
“It’s not like that!” Kageyama snapped. “You looked good in it, so I bought it.
And you said the buttons matched my eyes, so—so I wanted to get it even more.
Now it’s like… like there’s something of me on you.”
He said it all in one breath, cheeks puffed out in frustration.
Oikawa paused.
Then laughed softly.
He touched the collar and ran his fingers over the buttons like they were something precious.
“I already liked this shirt a lot,” he said, voice serious now.
“But because it’s from you, Tobio-chan… I like it even more more more more.”
Then he grinned.
“To thank our sweet, hard-working Tobio today—Oikawa-sama hereby promises:
I’ll buy you curry buns every lunch and curry katsu every dinner until you get sick of it. Deal?”
A solemn vow.
No teasing. No jokes.
Kageyama thought for a second.
Then turned away and muttered,
“…I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of either of those.”
Bonus Mini Scenes 🍛👕
Monday – Karasuno Gym
Kageyama walked in like usual.
Before he could even stretch, four senpai came barreling at him.
Sugawara: “KAGEYAMA!! You made it back alive?! Are you hurt? Did they beat you up?!”
Nishinoya: “You’ve got guts, man. Straight-up hero. Way braver than Asahi!”
Kageyama: ??? What the hell are they talking about?
Sugawara: “Hinata said you got trafficked by some Tokyo scammers and sold off to scam rings in Myanmar, where they beat you with batons if you didn’t cooperate.”
Kageyama: “……Hinata Shoyo”
Hinata, from the corner: “Can’t hear you~ not listening~ not here~”
Monday – Aoba Johsai
Oikawa: “Hey hey, Makki, look—Tobio gave me—”
Hanamaki: “That’s the 57th time you’ve told me.”