Kageyama Tobio grows faster than a weed; his body just can't keep up. It seems like a pity that the inconvenience of growing has to hurt so much, because it gets in the way. His gift is in volleyball, not in dealing with much else. The aches and pains he faces on a near-daily basis are a nuisance, but he thanks whoever is watching over him that he's a gifted athlete for the pain he'd face would be much worse if he wasn't so active.
His knees and his hips hurt especially, despite his continuous stretching. However, he keeps this to himself. If Tobio admits it to anyone, especially Sugawara who cares so much that Kageyama'd be smothered by affection, then he'd be a goner: these limbs of his are too important for volleyball. Tobio remains thankful that his hands and wrists and elbows don't hurt in the same way as his hips and knees, because without his arms, he might as well be dead.
Fortunately, Kageyama's limbs are proportionate to the rest of his body. His lankiness was rounded out by a thin coating of muscle, and he supposes that makes him physically appealing.
Too bad that I'm still in pain, though… Kageyama winces, because he knows attractiveness will benefit him somehow. He swallows his pride and tries to think of the tallest people he knows: Tsukishima, whose stance brings him at a staggering six foot two, and Asahi, who stands at a modest six feet and half an inch.
After practice, Kageyama follows Tsukishima; the blond, who's oblivious to the world because of his headphones, doesn't notice Kageyama intense glaring. Tsukishima turns around and jumps out of his skin, only to regain his cool composure as if he wasn't ever startled.
"What?" Tsukishima asks. Kageyama gulps, nervous.
"You're tall," Kageyama states in a stutter, his face utterly deadpan. Tsukishima tilts his head to the left ever so slightly.
"Really? Who would've thought!" Tsukishima said, and Kageyama's face darkens with the realization that Tsukishima is being sarcastic.
"Surely not me," Kageyama retorts darkly, "so I know you can help me with these growing pains." Tsukishima looks Kageyama up and down with a look of disdain. A blanket of silence smothers them both as they enter a stalemate of a staring contest, their eyes intensely unblinking.
"I feel bad for guys like you," Tsukishima manages to say.
"Why's that?" Kageyama asks, and he almost certainly regrets in once the words tumble out of his mouth.
"Because you're almost six feet tall but you failed to make the mark, and all I can say to that is 'oops, too bad! You'll never get to the glorious promised land of the exclusive over-six-foot club'." Despite the stupidity of this insult, Tsukishima pivots on his heel to strut away, as if he'd accomplished something immensely important.
Kageyama stands in the locker room alone, blushing a deep red from humiliation, embarrassed to think that Tsukishima of all people would extend any sort of kindness.