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You’re a blessed child, Tobio he remembers his grandpa telling him. Why? he remembers asking all those years ago.Why? Tobio thought to himself dimly, trapped in a sea of tubes and wires and medical personnel trying to keep his lungs from collapsing. His head was fuzzy and he could feel the surgeon slicing through his chest, the breathing mask digging somewhat in his cheeks, the numbness from the tips of his fingers to the points of his toes. His eyes were heavy and his throat dry. There were too many people surrounding him. Someone started carding through his hair gently, comfortingly. He looked up, forcing his eyes open against the glaring lights but all he could see was a pair of smiling eyes crinkling at the corners.You have a guardian angel who watches over you, the old man had answered, hand warm on top of his head.He fell back to sleep and saw brownbrownbrown in his dreams.***In which Kageyama Tobio's gifts extend outside volleyball, the dead don't stay dead, Hinata is still a pain in the ass, and no, Tobio definitely does not have a crush on them.