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Kageyama Tobio was an oni with a club to match, but there was never a fitting discomfort you could wrap your cold fingers around — to you, he wasn't as terrifying as some might describe him, instead you opted to use the term 'cute' or better yet; 'protective'. In all your time experienced with him, you never once felt an injection of uneasiness coil around within you, and you were always shrouded with safety. He was the embodiment of that very word for you. "Listen here, you piece of crap—!" an angry Kageyama argued with the tiny bundle of orange-haired madness; another day, another quarrel. Kageyama's brows were creased togethe

Kageyama Tobio was an oni with a club to match, but there was never a fitting discomfort you could wrap your cold fingers around — to you, he wasn't as terrifying as some might describe him, instead you opted to use the term 'cute' or better yet; 'protective'. In all your time experienced with him, you never once felt an injection of uneasiness coil around within you, and you were always shrouded with safety. He was the embodiment of that very word for you. "Listen here, you piece of crap—!" an angry Kageyama argued with the tiny bundle of orange-haired madness; another day, another quarrel. Kageyama's brows were creased togethe