#iwaiwa my beloved <3

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bag is thrown off his body,    slamming down against the wooden porch of the store...     kageyama slides down next to iwazumi,   a cool drink held in his palm   [   there’s a faint buzzing all around them,   lamp lights and bugs mixing together in the sweet summer air:     he presses the drink against his knee,    where a sore red spot had begun to bloom   --   he’d taken a bad fall in yesterday’s practice and the results were still warring across his body   ].     THE SMART THING WOULD BE TO ASK TO SIT OUT OF A FEW SESSIONS...    but no one had ever accused kageyama of picking the smart option.     his eyes flicker over to iwazumi,   studying his side - profile.     age had been kind enough that he didn’t look too different,    still shadowed by the boy kageyama had known.    at least some things remained the same.        ‘      whenever you show up at a practice,    my teammates want me to tell them stories about you from when you were younger.        ’      @tomoge​

#tomoge #KAGEYAMA TOBIO，AS IN... “VERSE ONE.” #iwaiwa my beloved <3