A/N: hello there and welcome to my first Haikyu fanfiction! I've been looking forward to writing this for a while, so here it is.

That's it XD. Read on!


Kageyama POV

"Nice receive Tobio-chan~!" As if the action was well-rehearsed, Kageyama swiftly evaded an approving bc nudge from his upperclassman as he recovered from receiving Iwaizumi's hefty serve with the screech of his volleyball shoes on the floor.

"Shut up." He answered, scowling as his gaze followed the ball over the net. "Keep your eyes on the court, dumbass."

"Tobio-chan's always so mean to me," Oikawa whined, calling out a nonchalant 'one touch~' as the ball clipped the first year Kindaichi's fingers. "I bet even Iwa-chan's a nicer friend than you!" He glanced back to toss the ball to Hanamaki Takahiro, who was the main wing spiker in their team. As always, the toss brought out the absolute best in Hanamaki's spike, as it shot past the blockers and forced Aoba Johsai's only libero to to dive in.

"Tch, you really think so?" Kageyama scoffed, crossing his arms as he watched the other half of Aoba Johsai struggle to keep the ball in the air. Oikawa impishly grinned at him, tugging on the hem of his Aoba Johsai jersey.

"Iwa-chan may always call me Trashykawa but at least he doesn't call me a dumbass." He turned away as a fangirl led a chant to honour his name and waved in their direction with his annoyingly charming smile on his face. He turned back to him expectantly.

"Oh I doubt that." Kageyama replied monotonously, watching as Shingeru Yahaba raised the ball up for Oikawa to toss. His legs tensed: he knew what was coming next.

"Nice receive~!" Oikawa called as he tossed. Kageyama leapt up for a spike.

Timing's good, I jumped okay...but his toss is low. He thought as two blockers jumped up to meet his spike. He decided to do a line shot, one of his many talented shots which he could execute without challenge. Without thinking, he led the ball to shoot past the blockers and into the empty space behind them.

"Nice kill." Kunimi said blandly, to which Kageyama nodded in acknowledgement.

"Ahh, gomen Tobio-chan, it was a tiny bit low~" Oikawa was rubbing his head sheepishly.

"If you can't toss properly, don't be a setter at all." Kageyama stated bluntly. If he wanted attention, attention was what he wasn't going to get. Oikawa grimaced.

"You wound me Tobio-chan~" he pouted. "I'm the best setter in Japan!"

"No you're not." Kageyama retorted. As good of a friend Oikawa was, he was still as annoying and egocentric as they came. That was why Kageyama was always competing with him. Of course, he couldn't be a setter right at that moment, but there was always a kind of hope inside him that when Oikawa graduated, he could become Aoba Johsai's official setter. He liked setting, and he felt like he was good at it. He practised, too. Every night after training, he would just toss to himself in his backyard. He also didn't feel contented being a wing spiker because it didn't require much thought and anyone could spike a ball across the net. No, he wanted to set.

"Ouch Tobio! Wha- Iwa-chan, you too?" Oikawa groaned when he saw Iwaizumi shaking his head from the other side of the net. "You guys are terrible friends..." he whined. "Anyway Iwa-chan, we're on match point, so there!" He stuck his tongue out to Iwaizumi who just rolled his eyes.

"You three! Break it up! We're playing a mock match here!" Coach Mizoguchi hollered from the benches.

"Yessir."


"Tobio-chan, we're waiting!" Kageyama shoved coins into the awaiting slot and pressed the button on the vending machine. A blue carton of milk was dispatched in the bottom compartment.

"Shut up." He answered loudly, taking the carton and pulling out the straw out of the plastic cover. He poked the straw through the silver mesh and placed it in his mouth.

"Man, you look intimidating with milk," Iwaizumi snorted when he had approached them.

"Tobio-chan, you'll attract me at this point~!" Oikawa flirted playfully. Kageyama sighed.

"Shut up you dumbass." He slapped the setter with his free arm, causing him to yelp.

"What was that for?" Oikawa glared at him. Even though the captain was taller, Kageyama couldn't care less about the difference with their height - mainly because of the setter's immaturity. He was better off being shorter.

"Come on." He slung his gym bag on his shoulder and started to walk away, hearing Oikawa and Iwaizumi bicker about something unimportant. Sighing, he wondered if he had moved somewhere else instead, and whether his friends could be any crazier than what he had now. He doubted that for sur-

Suddenly, a painful throbbing in the back of his head made him grimace and he touched his forehead. Agh, what the hell...

The feeling of falling was strange and unnerving to Kageyama as he fell through a dark, never ending chasm - which he surprisingly felt calm while falling through. He turned at the sight of light. It was warm, orange and the colour of a fire burning bright. Strange...

It wasn't long after everything turned black.

I'll remind you...I promise!


His head was spinning. Feeling considerably dizzy, Kageyama stood up, expecting to see his worried Aoba Johsai friends crowding around him. But when he opened his eyes, he did not see anything remotely close. I did just fall unconscious.. Do those dumbasses really care about me or not? I'm sure Iwaizumi would help. Oikawa wouldn't even leave me here unconscious. Even he's not that mean.

He was on a volleyball court, for sure, in a gym. He didn't recognise it as Aoba Johsai's gym. No one was there. Where the hell was this place? Everything felt fuzzy, and the edges of his vision blurred. It was almost dreamlike.

"Kageyama!" An unfamiliar voice alerted him and he swivelled around. ...?

A boy with fiery orange hair with a bright cheerful grin peeked out of the gym door. He was considerably shorter than Kageyama, but his toned arms and legs suggested he was older than many thought. He was a complete stranger to him, but that hair of his matched the exact colour of the orange light he had saw earlier making him more familiar...

"Hey! Bakageyama! Listen to me!" Bakageyama...?! The orange-haired boy was shouting indignantly while he was lost in thought.

"Shut up boke!" The words slip before he could stop them. How do you know my name well enough to make fun of it?

"You're back then." The boy grinned widely. "Seriously, you've been acting so weird these past few days! Being all nice to me and stuff..." he blinked when the other boy didn't answer. "Oi baka, stop ignoring me!"

"I'm not!" Kageyama retorted. Seriously, what the hell is with this guy? And what does he mean when I've been acting weird lately? I don't even know him!

"Anyway, since it's this early, toss for me?" The boy pleaded.

"Um...What's your name?" Kageyama asked before he decided on that answer.

"Haha very funny Bakageyama! Cmon, let's play!" The boy laughed boisterously before running into the court, dragging a basket of balls with him. When Kageyama didn't move, he marched over and dragged him on by his shirt.

He touched me... Kageyama couldn't do anything but stare at the boy's hand that was gripping his jersey. Wait... Looking down, his jersey wasn't the colours of Aoba Johsai, which was turquoise and white. It was black and orange, with the white number nine painted on the front. But the smaller white text to the top right of it was what surprised him the most. Karasuno?! The team that was labeled the 'Clipped Crows' and the 'Fallen Champions' by Oikawa? He looked at the boy. Too busy observing his face, he didn't notice his jersey was too, in fact one of Karasuno's. The number on his jersey read ten. What the hell...?

"Kageyama. Toss." The boy said each syllable with emphasis as he pointed to the basket. Kageyama, bewildered at the sheer craziness of the boy in front of him, just nodded in reluctance.

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The rest of his time with the boy passed quickly. It was clear that he didn't have any good technique, but he had amazing speed, and incredible spring in his jump to compensate for his poor skills. As Kageyama tossed for him, he could observe with ease as the boy spiked one after another of his tosses as smooth as wind. It was strange...it was like they were clockwork, both knowing on instinct what to do, even him, who was still worked up over getting back home. His tosses felt natural, as though he had been doing this for a long time, and he felt calm and focused while tossing, which was strange to feel. At his time at Kitagawa Daiichi, he had always felt uncomfortable as he tossed to his teammates, wondering whether they would actually bother to take it or not. He was jealous of Oikawa for being good, and hating himself for not being better. But now he was free to do whatever he wanted without Oikawa being there. (it was a dream, after all).That was why he started to enjoy the tosses he gave for the boy. But back to him however...he had called him: quote unquote, 'Bakageyama', which meant somehow, in this strange dream, they were on teasing first name terms and were probably in the same grade. And in this dream, it seemed like they were...setter and spiker partners. Kageyama didn't want to say it aloud, but he thought the outcome of his tosses and the boy's spikes were impressive. A perfectly executed fast attack, in synch, on time, with the spiker having enough power and speed to slam it down to the ground.

Huh, this isn't such a bad dream.

"Oi! Kageyama, stop mucking around!" The boy frowned. "Seriously, are you nervous or something? I mean, the camp's pretty soon, and Inter High Prelims only a few months away. But that's no reason for you to-Oi! Are you even listening?"

Inter High Prelims? Kageyama had had almost enough of this stupid dream. When is this going to end?

"Inter High Prelims?" He asked.

"Um, yeah?" The boy deadpanned. "Are you okay?"

"Boke, of course I'm fine." He lied. The boy seemed to strangely think calling him a dumbass was normal, so maybe he should do it more often.

"If you say so." The boy shrugged. "Anyway-" The words were slow and cut short by the same feeling Kageyama had felt before he had been oddly transported to this strange dream. Splitting pain in his head and his blurry vision made the image of the boy distorted and strange, and all he could do was watch as he crouched beside him.

"Are you okay?" The last words he heard from him were full of concern and panic.

Of course I'm fine, dumbass! he wanted to rebuke; but all he could do was watch as the boy's figure slowly began to fade.

A/N: okayyyy, end of first chapter! Thanks for reading!