Kageyama didn't know hinata had fallen in love with him. He knew his heart fluttered when the ginger smiled. He knew he had memorized every little thing about him. From the way he liked his tea to the way he would crinkle his nose when he didn't particularly like something.

Kageyama knew that he felt safer with hinata. That if he needed to cry the boy wouldn't judge. He knew hinatas lips. Sweet and soft like butterflies. How his hand fit like a puzzle with his. He knew hinata was perfect.

He didn't know hinata was so in love with him that just seeing kageyama made him weak in the knees. He didn't know hinata was waiting. Waiting for kageyama to hold his hand. To hear him speak in that voice he only heard when they were alone. Kageyama was clueless.
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