The Queen's Return

The first day of practice after summer break was always full of surprises, but no one at Karasuno expected what walked through the gym doors. Kageyama Tobio, their scowling setter, the King of the Court, stepped in with a soft click of heels. He wore a tiny black skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, a loose white blouse that hinted at lace beneath, and his face was transformed. Glossy lips, subtle shimmer on his eyelids, a hint of blush on his cheeks. His nails were long, painted a deep navy with tiny stars.

The team froze. Hinata dropped a volleyball. Suga choked on his water. Daichi’s eyebrows shot up. But Kageyama simply walked to his spot, his movements graceful and sure, and began stretching without a word.

"Kageyama?" Hinata finally squeaked. The setter turned, and his expression was softer than they’d ever seen—a gentle smile instead of a glare. "What?" he asked, his voice still low but lacking its usual sharp edge.

"You... look different," Noya said, eyes wide.

"I like it," Kageyama replied simply, and turned back to his stretches.

Practice began, but when Kageyama changed into his uniform, the team got another shock. His shorts were shorter than regulation, riding low on his hips, and his jersey clung to his skin like a second layer. Every time he moved to set or jump, the shorts rode up, revealing the lace edge of a thong. Under the thin jersey, the outline of a lacy bralette was visible. The team blushed furiously, but Kageyama played on, unfazed.

Tsukishima watched from across the net, his usual smirk replaced by a thoughtful frown. He couldn’t deny the setter looked... good. Different, but good. And the way he moved was almost hypnotic.

After practice, the team decided to grab dinner at a nearby ramen shop. Kageyama sat at the end of the table, quiet as usual, but when the food arrived, he stared at his bowl. His long nails made it impossible to grip the chopsticks properly. He tried twice, then sighed and set them down, reaching for his water instead.

Tsukishima, sitting beside him, noticed. Without a word, he picked up his own chopsticks, grabbed a piece of pork from Kageyama’s bowl, and held it up to the setter’s lips. Kageyama blinked, then met Tsukishima’s eyes. A small smile tugged at his glossy lips. He opened his mouth and accepted the bite.

"Thanks, Tsukki," he murmured.

The team stared. Hinata’s jaw dropped. But Tsukishima just continued feeding him, bite after bite, his expression unreadable.

When the meal was done, they walked back toward the school. The air was cool, and the streetlights cast long shadows. Kageyama stopped, turning to Tsukishima. "Thank you. For today." Before the taller boy could respond, Kageyama leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Tsukishima’s face burned, but he didn’t pull away. "You’re welcome," he managed, his voice rough. Kageyama smiled again, then walked ahead, leaving Tsukishima standing there, hand touching his cheek, heart pounding.

The King had become the Queen, and somehow, that was even more captivating.