Kageyama snapped a lot for someone who tried to play it cool. He was irritable and moody, sometimes screaming his head off and other times biting words through his tightly grit teeth. But even though he was easily provoked, he never got really angry. Everything was just fleeting annoyance, since there never was anything that could bring out his rage. At least that's what his teammates believed until one day they saw Kageyama's blood boiling.
It was one of the preliminary matches, some unknown school, a dark horse, just like them. What took them by surprise though, was their style of play. Tricky, dirty volleyball, where the main objective wasn't hitting the ground, but another player. From the early beginning there was tension in the Karasuno team, all of them angry at those defiling their beloved sport with such cowardly moves. Yet everything started to blow up when they stepped on the court.
As expected, their opponents looked for the weakest link, and soon they found it. Hinata was a strong spiker, and a good enough blocker, but his receives were the worst on their team. It didn't take long for the other team to notice it and pick him as a target. Bruises after bruises blossomed on the small body of the first year, as they watched him struggle, angry in their helplessness. That was until one incredibly fast spike hit Hinata straight in the face. And Kageyama snapped.
Helping the smaller teen up, there was tightly controlled rage in his whole demeanour. His eyes were vivid, burning holes wherever they looked, mouth pulled tightly into a thin line, and his shoulders tense with barely withheld anger.
'We're going to get them back for this,' he grit out, fury vibrant in his voice. 'Using the only way we know.'
Hinata looked at him in silence for a second, before a rueful grin appeared on his face. 'Yeah,' he replied, wiping away the blood from his dripping nose.
'Together,' Kageyama raised his hand.
'Together,' Hinata high-fived him, determination steeling in his eyes.
Kageyama tried to play cool. It didn't always work out, since there were more times than not that he gave in to mindless provocation, but there were moments when every member of the Karasuno team stopped to think. In those moments they knew that Kageyama didn't try to play cool, he was cool. And the only thing that could make him really angry was his friends hurting.