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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_Tobio/Oikawa_Tooru
  Character:
      Kageyama_Tobio, Oikawa_Tooru, Iwaizumi_Hajime
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Pre-Canon, Alternate_Canon, Fluff,
      First_Love, Angst, First_Time, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal
      Sex, Smut, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Shota
  Series:
      Part 8 of Volleyball!!_Gays
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-04 Words: 6340
****** See it All Now that You’re Gone ******
by GilgaNyan_(NarryEm)
Summary
     If Kageyama can pinpoint the moment he felt a crack form in his
     heart, it would have to be back when he first saw Oikawa.
     If Kageyama can pinpoint the moment he felt his heart shatter and
     crumble away into a million irrevocable pieces, it would be when
     Oikawa left him.
Notes
     DISCLAIMER: yes this is shota con and both Oikawa and Kageyama are
     underage hence the tag up top. If you don't like it don't read it. Of
     course I don't condone pedophilia irl but this is FICTION aka NOT.
     REAL.
     Title from “Dear John” by Taylor Swift.
See the end of the work for more notes
The first time Kageyama saw Oikawa, it was very much like a blind man seeing
the sun for the first time.
The gym was stuffy with the heat from the people working up a sweat and
Kageyama had been equal parts nervous and equal parts excited to meet his
volleyball seniors.  Kitagawa Daiichi was known to have a strong team and
Kageyama loved everything that had to do with volleyball.  The upperclassmen,
at first glance, were strict and on the verge of being overbearing.  The first
years were not allowed to use the club room and the training regimen was harsh
even on the first day.
He was in the middle of running laps around the gym when he walked in. 
Perhaps, in hindsight, Kageyama should have recognised that he was trouble from
the way he strode in and smiled at him.  It was dazzling and Kageyama managed
to trip over his own feet and nearly fell flat on the floor.
“Hello, everyone,” he said once everyone was gathered up.  “I’m Oikawa, the
team captain.  It’s lovely to see that you have joined our team.  As you have
experienced already, we take pride in our title so we won’t go easy on your
training just because you are first years.  Today is a taste of what it will be
like for the next three years if you choose to stay with us.  If you don’t have
any questions, we will proceed with general skills practice.”
It didn’t take long for the upperclassmen to notice that Kageyama has got a
special talent.  Kageyama tried not to look too eager as they kept a close eye
on him throughout the practice.
The sun was sinking below the horizon as they were freed from the vigorous
training.  Kageyama didn’t know what position they would recommend him yet but
after seeing Oikawa’s performance, he wanted to try for a setter.  After all,
the setter is the commanding watch tower of the whole team and can skilfully
lead the team to victory.
“Hey you,” Kageyama halted when he heard Oikawa call out.  “What’s your name
again?”
“Kageyama, sir,” he replied.
“Your full name, please,” Oikawa smiled.  There it was again.  This time, he
knew that the skip in his heartbeat was not imagined nor sporadic.
“It’s Tobio Kageyama, sir.”
“You’re too stiff, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa laughed.  “We won’t bite you if you
aren’t super formal all the time.  All that matters is that you give your all
for our team, really.  You were quite something back there.  How long have you
been playing volleyball?”
Oikawa caught up to him and walked side by side.  Every time their arms
brushed, Kageyama could feel heat rise to his cheeks.
“I started playing when I was in second grade.  I love playing it a lot!”
“That’s good to hear,” Oikawa mused.  “I started because I saw it on TV and it
looked so cool.  Naturally I dragged Iwa-chan into it because we’ve known each
other our whole lives. Iwa-chan is the scary looking guy with spiky hair by the
way.  It would have been a shame if you had all that raw talent and played
volleyball for the hell of it.”
They continued walking together until they reached the bus stop.  “I take the
bus from here,” Kageyama informed.
“Okay.  Have a safe ride home and I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.  Good night,
Tobio-chan.”
“G-goodnight!”
That night, Kageyama’s thoughts were filled with Oikawa.  Oikawa was so
cheerful and kind, and with a handsome face to boot.  Kageyama shook his head
clear of those thoughts.  Why was he acting like a girl in a shoujo manga?  He
was a boy and so was Oikawa.  Nothing could happen even if he wanted to . . .
not that he wanted it to!
It was simply admiration for his volleyball senior, that had to be it.
 
 
-
 
 
“Tobio-chan, nice set!” Oikawa praised.  Kageyama blushed, missing the ball
that came flying towards him.  Oikawa giggled and whispered something to
Iwaizumi, who in turn glared at Oikawa.  Oikawa laughed loudly as he ran away
to dodge an attack from Iwaizumi.
Oikawa was still laughing as he approached Kageyama.  He stood behind Kageyama
and adjusted his set.  “You need to imagine the strength coming from your hips
and stomach when you set up the toss.  Take a breath, bend your knees, decide
who you will toss to, breath out, and spring up as your fingertips make contact
with the ball.”
Kageyama blushed again when Oikawa touches his hips to guide his body into a
better position.  He felt the heat seep through the fabric and sear his hips.
“Thank you, Oikawa-san.” He tossed the next ball perfectly, the ball falling
exactly where the spiker ran to.  Oikawa smiled and ruffled Kageyama’s hair.
“Okay, let’s break for ten minutes!” Oikawa called out.  “Remember to rehydrate
and stretch a bit!”
Kageyama headed straight for his water bottle and took a gulp from it.  He saw
the third years gathered around and his eyes natural strayed to Oikawa.  Oikawa
finished drinking from his bottle and dumped the leftover on his head.
 Iwaizumi yelled at him for making a mess on the floor and Oikawa laughed and
he runs away to get a mop.  He got a clearer view of Oikawa’s face when he
returned with a mop.  His hair was soaked with water and rivulets ran down his
face.  The way he looked up from beneath his long wet eyelashes had to be
illegal.
Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks for the umpteenth time that day, Kageyama
squirted some water onto his own face.  He couldn’t have these thoughts about
Oikawa!  At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to focus on volleyball like he
always had.
“Tobio-chan,” Oikawa called from behind him, making Kageyama jump.  “You’re too
sense and distracted.  You gotta relax and let the strength flow from your feet
to your fingertips, if that makes sense.
Kageyama nodded mutely.  Oikawa giggled and walked away to coach someone else. 
Kageyama couldn’t help but stare after Oikawa like a lovelorn puppy.
Yep, he had fallen for Oikawa Tooru and there was no getting out of it.
 
 
-
 
 
Time was cruel to those in love.  Each gruelling hour spent practising serves,
tosses, and spikes felt like years to Kageyama and soon it was time for
tournaments.  It hurt Kageyama that Oikawa was oblivious towards his feelings
and refused to teach him how to do a powerful jump serve like him.  He had been
watching the captain to copy his moves but getting the timing down was tough.
They had a match and for some reason, Oikawa had been off his game.  He made
tonnes of mistakes and in the end, the coach had to sub him out for Kageyama. 
After the game, he had stayed behind late for extra individual practise when he
spotted Oikawa at the other end of the gym.  He picked up a few balls and
jogged over to Oikawa.
“Oikawa-san,” he said, holding out the ball, “please teach me how to serve.”
The expression on Oikawa’s face then could have easily been seen on a man with
killing intent.  Kageyama barely saw Oikawa’s arm swing back and fly forth
before Iwaizumi caught him and hauled him away.  It was stress, Kageyama told
himself.  Oikawa-san wouldn’t have hurt him for no good reason. 
By the time he decided to go home, he saw Iwaizumi slap Oikawa on the back
before he left.  It struck Kageyama as odd since those two usually went home
together.
“Oikawa-san,” Kageyama called out.  “Are you not feeling well?”
Oikawa gave him an empty smile.  “Sorry about earlier, Tobio-chan.  Yeah, I
guess I’m not feeling all that well today.”
Kageyama nodded, following Oikawa as he started to walk.
“Say, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa asked, slinging an arm around Kageyama’s shoulders. 
“What would you do if you met someone who was superior to you in every way and
you knew that you could never beat him no matter how hard you tried?”
“I would still face him with all I’ve got since giving up means that you
accepted defeat even before you tried,” Kageyama replies.  There was someone
that even Oikawa couldn’t beat?
Oikawa chuckled.  “That sounds like a total ‘you’ response, Tobio-chan.  You
make it sound so easy that I’m jealous.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“That’s fine,” Oikawa ruffled his hair.  “You will understand it.  Eventually.”
 
 
-
 
 
Kageyama hadn’t known that club practise would persist in the summer break. 
The practices usually went from morning to dusk, leaving them exhausted but
feeling one step closer to another round of tournaments coming up.
One morning, Kageyama saw a crowd of girls gathered at the gym entrance.  In
the middle of the circle was Oikawa, of course.  They were all handing him
little boxes or pouches with cards attached to them.
“Happy birthday, Tooru-kun!” he heard them say.  Oh, so it was Oikawa’s
birthday.  Oikawa would kindly smile at them and thank them.  Iwaizumi and the
coach scolded him for coming to practice late, shaking their heads at his
easygoing sheepish smile.
“H-happy birthday, Oikawa-san!” Kageyama blurted out as they broke for lunch.
“Ah, thanks, Tobio-chan.  It feels special coming from you somehow.” Oikawa
reached out and ruffled Kageyama’s hair.  While Kageyama disliked people
touching him randomly, he could tolerate it when Oikawa did it.  In fact, he
enjoyed the feeling of Oikawa’s slightly callused fingers running through his
hair.
The coach decided to go easy on them since it was Oikawa’s birthday.  It was
still early in the afternoon as they parted ways at the school gate.
“Wait, Tobio-chan!” Kageyama turned around automatically.  Surely enough,
Oikawa was running towards him.  Behind him, Iwaizumi regarded them with an
unreadable expression on his face.
“Yes?”
“Since it’s my birthday, will you celebrate it with me?”
Kageyama felt his heart soar.  It was Oikawa’s special day and he was asking to
spend it with him, a mere freshman in his club!
“Will you finally teach me how to serve in this joyous occasion?”
Oikawa pulled his eyelid down and stuck his tongue out.  “Hell no.  One of the
girls gave me a gift card to a dessert café nearby and Iwa-chan doesn’t like
sweets.  You like sweets, right?  You totally look like the type who would.”
Kageyama nodded eagerly.  He was indifferent towards sweets in all honesty but
if he would spend an hour or two with Oikawa, he would do anything.
“Great!  Onwards, soldier!” Oikawa grabbed his hand and tugged him forward. 
Kageyama knew that Oikawa didn’t mean anything by it but that didn’t help it
when he felt electricity tingle as their hands touched.
The dessert café, Kageyama quickly discovered, appeared to be a hot spot for
couples.  Everywhere he looked, the tables were filled with either young
couples or a group of girls.  The girls, regardless of their companions, glared
at Kageyama with envy as Oikawa returned to their table with a tray full of
various sweets.
“Sorry, Tobio.  If I knew what kind of place this was I wouldn’t have asked you
to come with me.”
“It’s fine, really!” Kageyama assured.  He picked up the fork and dug into a
random thing.  It was an overly sweetened cheese cake with blueberry glaze and
actual blueberries inside.
“You are unexpectedly cute, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa laughed.  He picked up a mini
doughnut and bit into it.  “Blegh, I can see why the girls love this place.  I
personally couldn’t come here unless I had a cute date.”
Again, Kageyama found himself getting excited over Oikawa’s careless actions
and thoughts.  He moved onto a cake with whipped cream and ate it without
saying a word.  What was he supposed to say anyway?  He already knew some
things about Oikawa such as the fact that he was an outrageous flirt but
serious when it came to volleyball.
“There’s some cream on your lip,” Oikawa pointed out.  Kageyama wiped at his
mouth out of reflex.  “You missed it.  Like I said: cute.”
Kageyama’s cheeks were burning up as Oikawa reached over to wipe off the small
dollop of cream from the corner of Kageyama’s lip and brought it over to his
mouth to lick off.  Was it normal for guys to do that for each other?  Did he
just imagine the indecent look in Oikawa’s eyes?
“H-how do you usually spend your birthdays, Oikawa-san?” Kageyama asked.
Oikawa speared a piece of the blueberry cheese cake and twirled it.  “Hmm, I
don’t know.  I haven’t had birthday parties since I was in elementary school. 
I just call Iwa-chan over and have a meal with my family.  I bet my mom’s
cooking up a feast right now.”
“Then why are you with me right now?” Kageyama questioned impulsively.  He
clamped his hand over his mouth when he realised that he said it aloud.
The birthday boy grinned.  “The more I learn about you, the cuter you become. 
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me wanting to spend some quality time
with my darling underclassman.”
There it was, the infamous heart-breaking smile that Oikawa flashed to his
female admirers.  Kageyama couldn’t put his finger on it but somehow, this
smile meant for him appeared to be different to the smile he would put on for
his fans at school.  Kageyama felt his cheeks lift as he smiled back.
“See?  Adorable as hell.” Oikawa pinched his cheeks and patted them.
“I’m not a kid, Oikawa-san,” Kageyama retorted.
“That doesn’t chance the fact that you are quite endearing.   Are we done with
the food here?”
Kageyama nodded.  He probably wouldn’t be able to even look at another dessert
for a month now.
“Good, let’s go then.”
Once again, Kageyama’s hand was taken by Oikawa as they left the café.  The sun
was hidden behind the thick rain clouds that were rolling in, casting a rather
gloomy dim light upon them.
“Ah, shit.  I didn’t bring an umbrella today,” Oikawa muttered. 
“We can use mine until we get to the bus stop,” Kageyama offered.  Scattered
raindrops began to fell here and there as Kageyama dug through his bag in
search of the umbrella.  Except there isn’t one like he had thought.  He
realised that he put the umbrella in his regular school bag, not his sports
bag.
“It’s fine.  Wanna make a run for it?” Oikawa laughed.  As soon as Kageyama
nodded, he grabbed Kageyama’s hand for the third time and sprinted towards the
bus stop.  Kageyama tried to fend off the rain with his bag with no avail. 
With the wind howling in their ears, the rain was coming from all directions.
“I don’t think I have been this wet from rain since I was a kid,” Oikawa
commented when they finally reached the bus stop.  Due to the heavy downpour,
the bus stop was empty save for the two of them.
“I’m sorry that your birthday turned out like this.”
“What are you sorry for, Tobio-chan?” Oikawa grinned at him.  “I still got to
enjoy some overpriced, overly sweet desserts with a cute first year.  The day
is far from being over anyway.  I’m sure the dinner will make up for the rain.”
“Okay.”
Oikawa’s grin turned mischievous.  “Kageyama, do you know what people do on
birthdays?”
Kageyama shook his head.  “I don’t, sorry.”
“The birthday boy can ask for birthday kisses.  Since I am turning fifteen, I
get fifteen kisses.”
“But I’m a b—”
Kageyama found himself unable to continue his words as something soft and warm
covered his lips.  He could taste the sugar from the desserts on Oikawa’s lips
and smell his shampoo from his rain dampened hair.  Oikawa’s slightly cool
hands were on his cheeks leaving Kageyama to wonder what he should be doing
with his own hands.  He settled with placing them on Oikawa’s hips.  A small
moan escaped his lips when Oikawa licked at the seam of his lips until they
fell open.  It was probably too late to grapple with the fact that this was his
first kiss and he had no idea what to do.  Oikawa poked his tongue around,
garnering more and more moans from Kageyama.
“Tobio-chan,” Oikawa whispered into his ear.  “You’re getting too excited over
here.”
Kageyama jerked at the touch as Oikawa cupped his hand over his crotch.  True
to his words, his lower regions were reacting to both Oikawa’s sinful kiss and
his hand.
“S-s-sorry, Oikawa-san,” Kageyama mumbled.  He tried to back away but Oikawa
had him in his firm grasp.
“Was this your first kiss?  How cute.”
“I have never thought about these . . . things,” Kageyama admitted.
“As expected of a volleyball dork.  Why don’t you come over to my place then? 
I won’t teach you how to serve but I can teach you a thing or two.”
Kageyama didn’t know exactly what Oikawa was insinuating but he still nodded. 
He was head over heels for Oikawa-san after all. He was sure that it wouldn’t
be too unpleasant.
Oikawa’s house turned out to be quite near the bus stop.  Kageyama placed his
bag over his groin area as he entered the house and said his greetings to Mrs.
Oikawa.  The walk up to Oikawa’s bedroom seemed to last forever.
“We should dry off or take a shower,” Oikawa stated.  “But it looks like you
can’t wait longer.”
Kageyama had thought that his erection had died down but the moment Oikawa
stroked it over the clothes, it sprang back to life.
“Take your trousers off for me, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa instructed.  Kageyama
obeyed instantly.
It was more than slightly embarrassing to have Oikawa stare at his dick.  His
entire dick fit in Oikawa’s hand easily.  He bit back the moans as Oikawa
closed his hand around Kageyama’s dick and gave it a quick pump.
“The fan on the stove gets really loud so you can let me hear you, Tobio-chan,”
Oikawa purred.  He took his hand off and led Kageyama to his bed and pushed him
down.  Kageyama felt his heart race as Oikawa climbed over him.  He shucked off
his own trousers and hovered over Kageyama.
“Have you jerked off before?” Kageyama shook his head.  “A late bloomer, huh?
You just get cuter by the minute, don’t ya?  Normally you would tease yourself
since it’s no fun when it’s over too quickly.  But I’m feeing greedy today and
want to see you make a mess out of yourself.”
The look in Oikawa’s eyes were dangerous, predatory.  But Kageyama found
himself enthralled by those eyes, helpless under Oikawa.
It really didn’t take much longer for Kageyama to come.  All it took was for
Oikawa to swipe his thumb across the tip while kissing the living daylights out
of Kageyama.  It left Kageyama wondering if Oikawa had done this with other
girls or boys.  Kageyama gasped when his sensitive, half hard cock came in
contact with Oikawa’s fully hard one.  Despite having just come, the sensation
of Oikawa’s cum-slick cock sliding against his was still pleasurable.  It was
more than enough to make his cock harden again.
“Ah, youth,” Oikawa mused, kissing Kageyama on the neck right under his jaw. 
“Maybe I should punish you for coming on a hair trigger.”
He tightened his grip on Kageyama’s dick, which didn’t take away from the
pleasure all that much.  Kageyama’s hips bucked up into the grip on their
accord and he was reward with a kiss and Oikawa rocking his hips against his,
their cocks rubbing against each other.
“Be a good boy and come for me again, Tobio-chan~” Oikawa whispered into his
ear.
“Ah, O-Oikawa-san!” The warm puff of air in his ear proved to be too much as
Kageyama came again, this time followed by Oikawa’s release.
“Cute,” Oikawa echoed, licking off his fingers.  He pulled a face, scrunching
up his nose.  “Remind me to never do that again.”
When Oikawa leant in to kiss him, Kageyama could taste the slight bitterness. 
It wasn’t too bad in his opinion, not that he would disagree with Oikawa-san
out loud.
“What does this mean?” Kageyama asked, cleaning himself up with the tissue
Oikawa handed over.
“We’re going out, of course,” Oikawa gave him a blinding smile.  “Let’s take a
shower now.  My mom will worry if we show up in the same rain-soaked clothes to
dinner.”
“D-dinner?”
Oikawa’s smile brightened even further.  “You’re staying, right?  For my
birthday dinner?”
Kageyama nodded.  “I’ll let my mom know.”
“Good.  Tell her you’re staying the night too.  The storm looks nasty out
there.”
Kageyama nodded again.
 
 
-
 
 
Not much changed after the kiss and the birthday dinner (and what happened in
between).  They still practiced volleyball together and Oikawa still refused to
teach him how to serve.  He was getting the hang of it, though, even without
Oikawa’s coaching. 
Summer quickly faded into autumn, which in turn grew into winter.  The end of
the year was approaching and with it, Kageyama’s birthday.
He hadn’t told Oikawa about his birthday.  It was just another day in the year,
after all.  He valued volleyball far more than the day he was born.  On top of
that, he wasn’t expecting Oikawa to treat him differently.
“Happy birthday, Tobio-chan!” Oikawa shouted as practice ended and Kageyama
headed off to change.
“How did you find out?” Kageyama asked.  He had not told anyone on the team.
“It’s on the school records and before you asked, it’s totally not against the
rules to ask a teacher about it,” Oikawa smirked.  “Anyway, let’s go celebrate
my dear Tobio’s birthday, shall we?”
Oikawa slung his arm around Kageyama’s neck and dragged him off.  He told
Kageyama to change quickly before dragging him off again.  The streets were
darkening as they rounded corner after corner before arriving at their
destination.
“Ta-da!” Oikawa flourished his hands.  “You mentioned that you like pork curry,
right?  This is the best in town according to my research.  It’s not expensive
so don’t you worry your pretty little mind.”
“Thank you, Oikawa-san.”
“Since it’s your birthday you can call me Tooru if you want.”
Kageyama’s cheeks flare up with heat.  “I-I could never, O-Oikawa-san!”
Oikawa burst out laughing.  “You’re too cute.  It’s fine.  Now feel free to
order anything you want.”
Of course Kageyama went with pork curry with soft boiled egg on top.  Upon
Oikawa’s insistence he ordered a bottle of blue Hawaii flavoured Ramune while
Oikawa went for katsudon and melon flavoured Ramune.
“Thanks for the meal,” Kageyama said as they left the diner.  “I really wasn’t
expecting something like this.  I thought I would go home and eat dinner by
myself since both my parents often work late.”
“Don’t mention it.  We are going out, after all.”
Oikawa looked around the streets before kissing Kageyama on the lips.  “I would
love to invite myself over but I am needed back home.  I’ll see you tomorrow,
Tobio-chan.”
“See you tomorrow.”
All the way back home, Kageyama could feel the warmth and tingle from Oikawa’s
kiss.  His first year in junior high was definitely the best school year of his
life.
 
 
-
 
 
“Congratulations, Oikawa-san,” Kageyama said as Oikawa freed himself from a
gaggle of girls practically fighting over his uniform jacket buttons.  To
Kageyama’s dismay, the third button was already missing from its place.
“Thanks, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa grinned.  “I’ll still come visit the club,
y’know?  Why do you look so disheartened?”
“It’s nothing,” Kageyama quipped.
Oikawa arched an eyebrow.  “Ah, could it be that you were expecting something
from me?  It is graduation day, after all.”
He dug into his pocket and took out a brass button.  “For you, Tobio-chan.  You
didn’t think that I gave it away to a random girl, did you?”
Kageyama mumbled his thanks as he accepted the button and put it away in his
bag.  He knew from experience that this was the time for Oikawa to say
something about him being so cute.
“Want to get out of here?” Oikawa surprised him by saying.  “I don’t want to be
attacked by girls over my buttons again.  Your house is empty now, isn’t it?”
Kageyama nodded.  He was sure he knew what would happen once they got to his
place.  It was graduation day and it was an occasion they should celebrate . .
. carnally.  Kageyama found himself hoping that today would be the day that he
and Oikawa would go all the way.  Despite how long the two of them had been
dating, they had never gone past hand jobs and the occasional blow job.  There
was that one time when Oikawa had put a finger inside Kageyama’s ass but that
hadn’t happened since.
Once they were home, Kageyama felt the nerves creep in.  He nearly spilt the
juice as he poured two glasses of it and again as he walked up to his room.
“Tobio-chan,” Oikawa whispered in his ear, making him jump.  “You’re too
tense.  What did you think I was gonna do here?”
“N-n-nothing!  It’s a bit cold in here, that’s all,” Kageyama stammered.
“Did you think I would do perverted things?” Bull’s eye.  “Cute.  I’m only
gonna do perverted things with you if you want me to.”
“I don’t mind doing those things with you, Oikawa-san.”
Oikawa laughed as he kisses Kageyama on the lips and ruffled his hair. 
“Alrighty then.”
Kageyama found himself at loss for words when he saw Oikawa produce a box of
condoms and packets of lubricant from his bag.  He couldn’t believe that Oikawa
would bring those things to school!
He went with the flow as Oikawa showered him with kisses all over.  His clothes
soon came off as did Oikawa’s.  It was still unnerving to lay naked under
Oikawa’s probing gaze.  His hands automatically went up to muffle any sounds as
Oikawa began to suck and nip on his neck and chest area.  He protested when
Oikawa grabbed his hands and lowered them.
“No one else is in the house, remember?  So let me hear those sounds, Tobio-
chan.” As if Kageyama could say no to that face.  He dipped his head down to
lap at Kageyama’s nipples and then nip at them.  Kageyama couldn’t stop the
loud, lewd sounds from leaving his mouth as Oikawa’s mouth travelled further
down.
Oikawa glanced up to give Kageyama a smouldering look before he wrapped his
lips around the tip of Kageyama’s erection.  At the same time, he rubbed the
tip of his lube-slick fingers around Kageyama’s entrance.  Kageyama felt his
breath hitch as one finger entered him as Oikawa swallowed down more of
Kageyama’s dick.  One finger was bearable, especially when they inched ever
closer to his sweet spot.  His hips jerked up when Oikawa added a second finger
and relentless jabbed them into his prostate.
“O-Oikawa-san!” he cried out.  His vision whited out and heat coiled in his
lower abdomen.   Oikawa lifted his head to kiss Kageyama on the mouth, only to
pull back so that he can watch Kageyama’s face as he comes.
“Since we’re celebrating my graduation,” Oikawa smirked, adding a third finger
with ease before Kageyama had had a chance to catch his breath.  “We can do
whatever I want, right, Tobio-chan?”
Kageyama nodded, unable to form the words through the thick haze of pleasure in
his head.  He could hear something tear open and the bed creak as Oikawa
withdrew his fingers and flipped Kageyama to his stomach.  When Kageyama craned
his neck around to protest, Oikawa stopped him with a kiss.
“It will be easier on you this way,” Oikawa assured him.
The first push in burned and stung like hell.  Oikawa had to remind him to
breathe in and out slowly and to relax.  The soft kisses down his neck to his
spine helped achieve that.  Oikawa started to rock his hips slowly once
Kageyama gave him the go-ahead.  It felt nice, Kageyama decided.  Especially
when Oikawa found that sweet, sensitive spot and aimed his thrusts at it while
stroking Kageyama’s hard-on.
“Oikawa-san,” Kageyama gasped, hands scrambling to hold Oikawa’s.
“Yes, Tobio-chan?”
“I wanna—wanna see your face.”
Kageyama yelped as Oikawa thrust into him hard, right into the sweet spot.
 “Really, Tobio-chan.  It’s not fair that you can say things like that without
a thought.  You’re so cute that it’s like cheating.”
Oikawa pulled out and helped Kageyama lie on his back.  He kissed Kageyama
feverishly as he thrust back in, the pace nearly frantic now.  All Kageyama
could do was wrap his arms and legs around Oikawa’s body and let himself get
lost in the endless pleasure he received.
 
 
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Spring came around once again and Kageyama was now a second year.  Other than
Oikawa and Iwaizumi missing from the club among other former third years who
graduated last year, little had changed in his life.  After club activities or
when he had days off practise, he would meet up with Oikawa and hang out.  More
often than not, they would go to one of their houses and have sex.
“Tobio-chan,” Oikawa drawled, his naked body sprawled out on the bed as
Kageyama sat on the edge of the bed to drink water.  “Have you thought about
which high school you want to attend already?”
Kageyama shook his head.  “It still seems like it’s far away so haven’t.”
Oikawa grinned.  “Third year will sneak up on you before you know it.  Some of
the schools have ridiculous entrance requirements so you should start studying,
really.”
“I’ll take that into consideration.”
Kageyama turned back and leaned in to kiss Oikawa.  Oikawa pushed him back
after a short moment.  “I have to go home and watch my nephew,” he mumbled. 
That was odd.  Oikawa usually stayed the night on the days that he did come
over to have sex.
“Okay.”
Oikawa swiftly redressed.  “I’ll text you when I’m free next, Tobio-chan.  Good
night.”
“Good night” Kageyama called out, but Oikawa was already gone.
 
 
-
 
 
The next time Kageyama saw Oikawa was in the middle of summer in front of a
super market.  Oikawa seemed genuinely surprised to see Kageyama.
“Aha, good evening, Tobio-chan,” he had the gull to smile at him.
“You haven’t contacted me in months, Oikawa-san,” Kageyama pointed out.
“Sorry, sorry.  High school is busier than I had expected.”
“Are you . . . are you busy right now?”
“You look like you’re here to run some errands.  I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Bye, then.”
Kageyama hated himself for it but he couldn’t help but doubt Oikawa’s words.
 
 
-
 
 
Spring came again and Kageyama’s own graduation from middle school is now upon
him.
 The last volleyball match of his middle school career came as a shock to him. 
He met an annoying short boy who vowed to defeat him.  Not to mention the fact
that his team mates abandoned him in the middle of the very next match.  That
was the moment that they said ‘we won’t follow you anymore, you damned king’. 
Worst of it all, he was sure he had caught a glimpse of Oikawa and Iwaizumi on
the second floor gallery but he had never come to see Kageyama in person.
He has avoided going to club since that match.  Weeks go by and he knows for
sure that he will not be joining the Aoba Jousai volleyball team, nor will he
join the ranks of Shiratorizawa.  Instead, he has been admitted to his second
choice, Karasuno.  He remembers seeing the Karasuno Boys’ team play at the
nationals several years back and that the fabled Coach Ukai has come out of his
retirement.
Kageyama is about the round the corner to his bus stop when someone grabs him
and drags him down to a dark alleyway.
“Get the fuck away from me!” he yells, shaking off the person’s hands.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Tobio-chan?” a familiar voice greets.
“Oikawa-san,” Kageyama grits.
“Now, now, you look like you want to kill me.  Surely you are glad to see your
favourite upperclassman and boyfriend again?” Oikawa smiles at him angelically.
“As far as I’m concerned, we were finished a long time ago,” Kageyama growls.
Oikawa’s smile falls.  “So you are not the volleyball idiot I made you out to
be.  Don’t be so cold, Tobio-chan.  I’m sure I can make it up to you with a
kiss or two.”
Kageyama twists out of the way as Oikawa’s hand glides down to squeeze his
ass.  “Sex isn’t the answer to everything.  Why did you . . . why did you
abandon me like that?  You knew that I loved you for a long time and you just
left me behind without an explanation!”
Ah fuck.  He can’t stop the tears from falling after all.  He wonders if they
are from the anger and frustration he is feeling or the repressed heartbreak he
endured for all these years.
“C’mon, Tobio-chan.  Let me kiss it and make it all better now.”
“Don’t fuck with me!” Kageyama lashes out, slapping away Oikawa’s hand.
“Wow, that actually hurt,” Oikawa shakes his hands out.  “You want to know
why?  Fine.  Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.  It’s easy, really.  You were a young,
cute little thing.  Anyone could tell that you were infatuated with me.  You
followed me around like a lost puppy begging me to teach you how to serve.  I
realised that I could use that, you see. As soon as I showed you some
affection, you played right into my hand.  You were cute enough that sex with
you was bearable.  It was all fun and games ‘til I saw that you were so in love
with me.  I don’t like loose ends so I left you.  It’s as simple as that,
Tobio-chan.”
“You played with a kid’s heart because I was an easy target?” Kageyama can feel
his blood boil under his skin.  “I really loved you, you know!  I never doubted
a word that came out of your mouth!”
“Aww, poor lonely King,” Oikawa croons, stroking Kageyama’s wet cheeks. 
“Somewhere in your heart you have always known that you were different from the
others, haven’t you?  That’s why you fell for me, because you saw a glimmer of
talent that you thought could match yours.  You were starved of recognition and
affection that you were basically begging for it.  I pitied you for it, to be
honest.  A little boy whose heart was yearning for love, how beautifully tragic
and cliché is that?”
Kageyama pushes himself away from Oikawa and starts running.  He doesn’t care
that he can barely see through his tears.  Oikawa’s words ring in his head as
he forces his legs to go faster and faster.  Every touch, every kiss, every
word was a lie!  And the worst part is that Kageyama never doubted any of
that.  Perhaps he saw the first signs back at the supermarket when he ran into
Oikawa for the first time in months and never got a call from him.  Or maybe
it’s even before that.  Oikawa has never been a serious person apart from
volleyball.  He was stupid to have believed that Oikawa was taking their
relationship seriously.
Only when he stops running does he realise that it’s raining buckets.  He hates
himself for remembering the very first time Oikawa touched him intimately.  The
beginning of an end, he muses with a bitter smile.  He was so overwhelmed by
the fact that Oikawa took him out on a date that he failed to assess the
situation calmly.
He looks up when he hears a familiar laughter.   In the distance, he spots
Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking, sharing an umbrella together.  It’s difficult to
see well through the downpour but Kageyama knows that what he sees next isn’t a
trick of the eye.
Oikawa lowers the umbrella as he pulls Iwaizumi close to him.  It looks like
Iwaizumi is fighting it for a moment before he lets Oikawa pull him in until
their chests are touching.  The umbrella comes down further until their faces
are hidden from Kageyama’s view.
Did Iwaizumi-san know about it?  Was Oikawa reporting back to him, a gleeful
smile on his face as he told Iwaizumi about how effortless it was to trick
Kageyama?  Did Iwaizumi laugh along with him?
Kageyama wants to run away again but he hasn’t got the strength in his legs
anymore.  He somehow makes it to a bus stop and gets on a bus.  No one is home,
thankfully, and he fills up the bathtub and climbs inside.  It isn’t until a
few minutes have passed that he notices that he still has his clothes on.  He
takes them off, feeling numb from head to toe.  The water is scalding but it
doesn’t help warm up his body or his heart.
He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knows, he is in a lukewarm
bath and his mobile is ringing.  He washes himself and gets out of the tub. 
With a towel tied around his hips, he walks over to his bag where he keeps his
mobile.
It’s a text and he doesn’t recognise the number.  All it says is: ‘I’m sorry’. 
He dismisses it.  What’s done is done.  Oikawa was a jerk who broke his heart
and that’s all there is to it.
At least, that is what he will keep telling himself until he can accept the
fact and move on.  He has to be the worst kind of idiot for still loving Oikawa
after all that has happened.  Why can’t he hate the guy like he should?  He
knew that love was irrational but this went beyond that. 
It hurts.  Each time air goes in and out of his lungs, it burns.  Every tear
that streams down his face, it carves a scar.  Every heart beat is a reminder
that it was given away for nothing.  It just hurts so fucking much that he
wishes that it would stop.  Screaming doesn’t help and crying definitely
doesn’t help either.
If the world ended right now, it wouldn’t be a terrible thing.
Because in the end, he is a fool who still loves Oikawa Tooru.  The end of the
world would surely take care of that.
Or so he hopes.
 
 
 
End Notes
     Ah I did it. I wrote a shota. Well, since both of them are under 18
     it doesn’t qualify as pedophilia but still.
     오이콩 나쁜넘. 그래도 우는 영산이는 넘 조아 ㅎㅎㅎ
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