It was just another normal day for Kageyama Tobio. For breakfast, he had a bowl of tamago-kake-gohan, rice with raw egg and soy sauce, and a cup of milk tea. As soon as he was done, he went on to change into his clothes so that he could go to school. He decided to wear a pair of jeans and a striped shirt. It was cool outside, so he shrugged on a long-sleeved denim shirt and put on a black hat.

He only had two elective classes today, so he one 700-page textbook and one 900-page textbook into his bag and went out to catch a bus to his school, Tohoku University. It wasn't that far away; he had managed to find a small one-room 10 minutes away from the school by bus.

Kageyama put his earphones on once he was on the bus and started listening to a song while looking out the window. The usual routine. Going to classes around noon, getting high grades, coming home around 6, finishing assignments, sleeping. The same would happen the next day, and the next day. Sometimes he would go out and get a drink with his classmates or old high school friends, but that rarely happened.

So Kageyama was surprised to find a text message in his phone after he was done with computer classes.

Hi, is this Kageyama Tobio's phone? Said the text message.

Kageyama wondered if this was some kind of prank or spam message. He remembered his mother telling him not to respond to messages he got from people he didn't know.

But apparently this wasn't someone Kageyama didn't know, because he had the person saved into his contacts as Boke (dumbass). Kageyama wondered who it was. It seemed as if he had been rather close to that person, if he had him saved as Boke (*"dumbass" in Japanese).

So Kageyama, not being able to win his curiosity, decided to text the person back.

Yes, who is this? He typed in, and pressed enter. A minute or so after, he received another text.

Ah, you don't need to know. Do you still stay up late?

Still? Still stay up late? Who was this person? Kageyama shivered slightly. But he did, in fact, "still" happen to stay up late. He had always been staying up late since as long as he could remember. So he wrote back to the stranger: Yes.

You haven't changed, haha.

Kageyama didn't know what to say to that. Who are you? He typed back. Who are you and how do you know me?

You don't need to know. I'm sorry, Tobio.

"Tobio." The only people who called him Tobio were his parents and his middle school and high school upperclassman, Oikawa Tooru. But Kageyama's instincts told him this wasn't Oikawa.

After all, Oikawa Tooru seemed to hate Kageyama for some reason. Kageyama didn't even know how Oikawa Tooru knew him- they were two years apart, and during their middle and high school years, Oikawa had spent most of his time in the school volleyball court, while Kageyama had spent most of his time studying math or science in hopes of becoming an engineer, like his uncle.

Granted, Oikawa and himself used to live close by, about 3 or 4 houses apart, and Kageyama would sometimes see Oikawa in his way to school or when he looked out the window sometimes, walking down the road with his friends.

But he hadn't met Oikawa after the upperclassman had gone to college in Tokyo. Sure, he had seen him once, sitting on a bench in a park near his house during vacations after his second year in high school, with a bright-haired boy that looked about 13 that had looked like he was crying his eyes out. Kageyama remembered meeting eyes with the boy, and how the boy had cried even more upon seeing him. Oikawa-san has weird friends, he had thought and had gotten away from the place as fast as he could.

Besides, Kageyama thought to himself, I have Oikawa-san's number. This isn't Oikawa who is texting me.

If Kageyama had gotten these text messages during night, he would have been rather scared. Fortunately, this had happened during the day, so Kageyama was just able to forget about the messages and proceed to his next class.

He sat down on a random desk and put his stuff down. He didn't have any friends in this class, so he decided to get a little rest until the professor came in. He lay his head down on the desk and closed his eyes. It was still 15 minutes before class started.

"Can I sit next to you?" A voice whispered near his ear. It was a high-pitched voice, but Kageyama could tell that it was a male speaking to him. The voice reminded him of a little boy's voice that hadn't yet gone through puberty.

Kageyama brought his head up slowly and replied, "yeah, sure," drowsily. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bright-haired student in a yellow hoodie and jeans looking through his bag to find the book for the elective class. The said student was short, around 170 cm or even less, and Kageyama wasn't even sure if he was 20 years old. He looked about 16, at most. It seemed as if the boy could feel Kageyama looking at him, because he turned away from his bag to look at Kageyama.

"Oh, hi, my name is Hinata Shouyou," the student said brightly, "you can call me Hinata!"

"Kageyama Tobio," Kageyama said rather curtly. The boy, Hinata, bit his lip slightly and nodded. He went back to digging through his bag, and Kageyama went back to resting his head on the desk. He couldn't help but think that he had seen "Hinata Shouyou" somewhere. Hinata seemed so familiar for some reason.

Kageyama later found out, after class, after Hinata was long gone, that he might have thought so because Hinata Shouyou was part of the Japanese national volleyball team. Oikawa's also part of the national team, Kageyama thought absently. He wondered why he was thinking of Oikawa so much today, when he had lived without remembering that there was a person named Oikawa Tooru that had lived in his neighborhood before.

However, something inside Kageyama seemed to tell him that Hinata Shouyou being part of the national team was not the only reason why Hinata had seemed familiar to him.

Kageyama decided to ignore that "something" inside of him.

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It was 3:30 in the morning, and Kageyama was struggling to finish his assignment for his major class tomorrow. He had a cup of ice americano, a Red Bull can and some chocolate next to him in case he felt sleepy.

Because he felt sleepy, Kageyama took a sip from the Red Bull can as he typed up his report. Kageyama Tobio was not a procrastinator, but a perfectionist. He had started the assignment the day the professor had given it to them, and this was the 5th time he was writing this paper. Although he wasn't satisfied with certain parts of it, he was tired and sleepy, and all he wanted to do at this point was get a good, long sleep without being molested by nightmares of any sort.

Kageyama munched on the last piece of chocolate that was left and emptied the cup of americano into his mouth as he was typing up the last part of his conclusion. Kageyama didn't even know what he was writing at this point. He typed in whatever came into his mind, and he told himself that he could wake up early the next morning and look over it once more just in case. If he didn't like the conclusion, maybe he could use the conclusion from his 3rd draft. He had liked the conclusion in his 2nd draft as well.

Kageyama put his computer to sleep and plugged the power cord into the wall so that it would charge overnight as he tugged his striped shirt over his head with one hand and undid his jeans with the other. When he was done changing, he felt like he could literally just fall asleep in his warm, furry pajamas, but managed to drag himself into his bed and then sleep.