If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky,
Down the street and across the boarding bridge there was a flower shop brushed pastel colors. Irises and amaryllis flooded window boxes, bamboo shoots framing the oaken entry way.
Inside was a florist with a mop of sunny hair, bright amber eyes, and painted sunset cheeks. Whenever anyone would pass he would smile and wave, dirt usually clinging to his small palms. A little sun, all tucked away where no one could find him.
That's what Kageyama thought, when he'd first seen him.
A lazy Sunday afternoon rolled past, one the athlete knew would go unaccomplished. So he grabbed his phone and enough quarters for two dollars, deciding that jogging didn't technically count as training on the day he was supposed to rest.
Yet he'd only made it five blocks when his phone died and one of his quarters rolled away in eager escape. In his attempt to chase it down, he stumbled over his feet, turning left down an unmarked subdivision road just a while across from Steel Bridge. And it was there that he saw Karasuno Gardens.
It was there that he saw him.
"Oi, are you okay?" the shop owner asked, noting the dejected look of defeat on the raven's face.
The setter lifted his eyes to meet the boy's, lungs burning in humiliation.
And time
stopped.
Face framed by the purple of hyacinth, cherry lips marked pale and chapped. Vivid skin the color of soft pastries, tiny flowers spread across his hips where his shirt rode up a little. And his eyes.
His eyes.
Orbiting galaxies in every shade of brown, freckled and flawed skin beneath them, eyelashes like tangible rays of light. A dot curved in the iris on his left side, just barely noticable from afar.
A star.
"H-hey," the boy muttered softly, pupils contracting as the athlete's fascinated expression came into focus. "You're Kageyama Tobio! Olympic volleyball player!"
He blinked, his chest constricting in wonder.
His voice was beautiful.
"I'm Hinata Shouyou, Karasuno Gardens' florist."
He smiled, so brightly.
"Glad to meet you, Kageyama-san."