Prompt:

'I go to a coffee shop after class and you're always there in the back corner sitting alone and you always order the same thing, I tried it and it's delicious and you look so sad'

A/N Allo. I found this prompt on someone's tumblr, I don't remember whose...But the thing is, I have no idea how to use Tumblr so I just found it through google and idek… anyway it sounded cute yet angsty so...ON WE GO!

Set as though the two don't go to the same high school but still have that 1 match in junior high. I think Hinata goes elsewhere while Kageyama goes to Karasuno?

Set like..idek? When they're 20ish? By which time they won't really remember each other?

ONE:

Kageyama Tobio.

It started out just by coincidence. The tall black haired man, by the name of Kageyama Tobio, a once genius setter, and later a simple coach of junior volleyball, and Literature student, when things went wrong, had just entered the small coffee shop one day to escape the rain. To be quite frank, he had passed it every day on his way to classes, but it was so small and insignificant that he simply hadn't noticed it. That left him quite embarrassed, but none the less, he was grateful for its existence, if only because it saved him being soaked after another boring lecture.

The shop itself wasn't exactly...outgoing nor did it have any features which stood out, to the tall individual, it had two staff, behind the counter, both female, and the odd customer scattered at the tables. A stuck up businessman typing on a laptop, a mother and two children, sat with some cake, obviously also escaping the rain, and a small ginger male, in the furthest corner, huddled around a plastic cup, with some drink or other, black headphones on his head, huddled over a notepad. Tobio rolled his eyes, probably some high school student cramming against a deadline.

Walking up to the counter, Kageyama was dumbfounded by the large selection available. Blinking once, twice, he finally settled on just getting a coffee. And taking a seat near the corner of the shop, simply because there was a plug outlet along the wall, that he desired to use. Plugging his phone in, and settling down at the table, the setter decided to observe his surroundings more, with nothing else to do. The businessman near the window seemed to lack any interesting features, and Tobio's attention barely lingered on the hunched over figure. Next he averted his eyes to the woman, with her two children. The woman herself was rather plain, tall with long black hair, probably in her late 30's. The two children, indulging in cake, looked around 7 or so, both with brown hair,, probably twins. The two had no manners while eating, and Tobio turned away in disgust, after the two tried to speak with their mouths full. This left the quiet ginger in the corner.

As Kageyama turned to stare at the ginger, his head snapped up instantly, as if aware of the gaze the setter had on him. Brown eyes locked onto black, and Tobio froze at the intensity of the smaller males look. Unable to look away and unable to move, the student simply stared, stuck in the depth of the eyes before him, the reflected emotions Tobio never wanted to see in the eyes of someone so young again. Finally flinching, Kageyama dropped his eyes down, and the Ginger cocked his head before leaning back over the notepad in front of him, which Kageyama had discovered was actually a sketch pad.

Too embarrassed to stare again, in fear of being caught, or worse, accused of some heinous crime, against what could even be a junior high student, after closer inspection. The Literature student looked down at his phone, a couple of messages in the group chat his old high school team had established, back at the end of his first year. Since then, every year, more and more people joined the chat, it was rather helpful, since the older members, that had long since graduated, could assist the younger generations. Kageyama never spoke in the chat, mainly because he'd had to quit Volleyball in his 3rd year, he'd pushed too hard, for too long, and as a result, he could no longer play Volleyball, or else he'd risk his ability to walk. So, such a thing had made him a bit bitter, towards the sport. Then again, he was a Volleyball coach for under 10's. Mainly because it was the only work he could find, alongside his education, that paid enough to support him.
The messages were from some of the kids from the year below his own, and so the student simply locked the screen once more, turning back to his coffee that was slowly going cold. He could see, out of the corner of his eyes, the small boy a table over, occasionally look up, at him, before returning to his drawing, and Kageyama couldn't shake the feeling that the child was familiar. This continued for a while, enerving Tobio, who eventually ended up rather uncomfortable. The ginger in front of him eventually stopped his work, and sat up, closing the book, and finishing up the remainder of whatever he had ordered, before dropping the sketchpad in his rucksack, and standing. With a final glance in Tobio's direction, the teen hoisted the bag onto his back, and left, without saying a word. Once out of the door, he broke out into a run, in the rain, until he was no longer visible, from Kageyama's table at the back of the cafe.

The two workers behind the desk came over to clean up the table, speaking in hushed tones.

"He came again today. He never missed a day does he?" The blonde asked, and the other nodded.

"Yeah. Don't you think he looks worse every day? At least when he first started coming here he spoke. Now he doesn't say a thing." The other, with black hair, spoke. Sighing the blonde nodded in response.

"I get what you mean. I wish I could do something. He looks so fragile some days."

And the voices drifted away from Kageyama's range once more, as the two returned to back behind the counter, still in deep discussion.

Kageyama gave a small frown. What was wrong with the kid? He's seemed...well he hadn't seemed fine, that was a lie. In the instance that their eyes had caught one another, Kageyama saw himself, but worse. The teen had looked nearly broken, utterly dead, bitter, with no hope. Kageyama shuddered at the thought. But he'd seemed so young, and other than his eyes, the boy had seemed normal enough.

"Odd." Kageyama muttered to no one in particular, before noting the rain had finally died down, Downing the rest of his coffee, he stood, thanked the staff behind the counter and departed, ready to head back to his dorm.

As a student, he'd ended up in a dorm of three, and somehow, by some weird coincidence, he'd ended up with one of his old teammates from High school, who was also majoring in literature. Out of everyone he'd ever played, Kageyama could safely say, he'd rather be dormed with Oikawa Tooru, than Tsukishima Kei, his grumpy dorm mate. His other dorm mate reminded him of Suga, he was rather gentle, yet stern when he needed to, occasionally breaking apart his squabbles with Kei, and he'd also played against the smaller male in a junior high Volleyball match. Indeed, Kageyama had no problem with Yukitaka Izumi. His other dorm mate. But oh how Tsukishima made his life hell.

Trundling back at a slow pace, the student sighed to himself, walking through one of the parks on his way. Eventually he reached his dorm, grumbling when he noticed Tsukishima's shoes in the genkan", signalling that the blonde was currently home.

"Oh are you finally back?" Kei's voice called, and Kageyama scrunched up his nose, grateful to note that Izumi also appeared to be present.

"Yeah. Obviously." Kageyama snapped, taking off his shoes, before actually entering the dorm, locating his two roommates in the kitchen.

"What took you so long?" Tsukishima taunted, and Kageyama frowned once more, Izumi sent the blonde a sharp glare.

"It rained. So I stopped off at some cafe. Is that a crime, shittyshima?" Kageyama snapped, and Tsukishima simply laughed, smugly.

"Oh if only you just ran home…"

Kageyama clenched his fists at his sides, ready to punch the obnoxious blonde, who knew full well Kageyama could barely walk let alone run anymore. Izumi sensed the upcoming feud, and tugged Kei out of the kitchen, despite his protest.

Kageyama, needing to cool down, went to his room, quickly dumping his bag, and moving to grab a shower, hoping to cool down, and avoid Tsukishima for as long as he could.

"That dumbass. Who does he think he is." Kageyama growled to himself, as he turned on the spray of hot water, all the while grumbling about his roommate.

They always say that thoughts do wander while on your own, and secluded in the shower, Kageyama's thoughts eventually ended up flittering back to the ginger haired boy he'd met in the shop. He hadn't seemed like much, but his eyes, and the staff's words had ultimately piqued his interest.

"They said he came everyday…" Tobio trailed to no one in particular, before nodding to himself.

"Yosh. I'll just go again tomorrow." The student decided, wanting to know exactly what had happened to the boy, who seemed just like himself. Alone.

Eventually the water began to get cold, and Tobio swore lightly, at having used all the hot water. He was so dead. Scrambling to turn the water off, and climb out of the shower, he made a dash to dry himself off and dive into bed, hair still wet, and way earlier than he would usually sleep. If he feigned sleep then Izumi wouldn't let Tsukishima kill him until the morning.

Hinata Shouyou.

The next day, Hinata ended up in the same cafe once more, huddled around his regular, a Non-fat Frappuccino with extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce, in the corner of the shop, once more silent, and in his own world.

He wasn't sat there long, though already indulged in his music, when the same tall dark haired man who he had stared at yesterday entered, ordering a tea, and taking a seat at the same table, directly in Hinata's vision once more.

He's probably come to stare at me again.

Hinata tried not to look up, tried to ignore the curious gaze he was under.

It's probably just because I'm a freak.

Hinata stopped. Dropped his pencil to the table. Took a few steady breaths.

No.

Internal battles like this occurred frequently in Shouyou's mind, though if his wrists were anything to go by, it was usually the negative side that won the battles,

It's true. Why else would he be here again? He's probably disgusted at how much of a loser someone can be, Maybe he'll bring more people next time? Make it a sport? Look at that freak in the corner.

Hinata screwed his eyes shut, cursing himself, fists clenching in anger and disgust at himself. The action didn't go unnoticed by Kageyama, who sat frozen, unsure what to do. Trying to keep his breathing even the best he could, Hinata lightly dug his fingernails into his palm, in an attempt to keep calm, and yet, also, to feed to dark voice in his mind, reminding him how worthless he truly was, even if another part of him argued against such a fact, daily, yet without much success.

Ultimately, the stares of the dark haired student became too much for Hinata, and he quickly packed his things, dashing out of the store, leaving half of his order behind on the table.

Once he was out of the store, Hinata ducked into a back alley, as soon as he was out of the view of anyone, he sank to his knees, trying valiantly to stop the sobs that threatened to escape his small form.

"Why. Why am I so weak?"

He remained in such a fetal, fragile position, until his uneven breathing steadied, only slightly. His thoughts still erratic.

Just who was that guy?

Kageyama Tobio

Tobio wasn't exactly sure what had happened, the boy had looked utterly distressed, under his gaze, having some sort of mental battle, before fleeing. Kageyama couldn't help but feel a tad responsible. One of the staff, the same two girls as yesterday. Came to collect the cup the boy had left. With some sudden, unexpected courage, Kageyama grabbed their arm as they passed, causing them to stop.

"That boy, the one that was sat there, who-"

"Oh. You noticed too? He comes a lot doesn't he? Always orders the same, a Non-fat Frappuccino with extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce, it's like having a coke with that much sugar. He sits in the same space every time, until he's finished. Funny, he left early today…Odd." The woman trailed, before giving a small smile.

"His name is Hinata Shouyou, he's a University student, as far as we know, despite his size. He used to talk more when he first started coming here, but now…" The woman trailed once more, before shaking her head, straightening up, and heading back to the counter. Kageyama blinked in surprise, University? At that height?

"Hinata Shouyou." Kageyama whispered. It was a name he vowed to remember, the name of a boy whose eyes looked like a mirror, the name of the student he wanted to help.