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It was almost time for everyone to go to sleep and Kenma was sitting alone in the school's dark hallway playing on his phone, face glowing from the game playing on screen. He was at the school for the training week with other high school volleyball teams. He had gone to use the bathroom, but didn't feel like returning to the room just yet. So he went and sat in a random hall so he could play his game with no interruptions. The familiar sounds from his game soothed him.
Kenma knew if he didnt go back soon, Kuroo would come looking for him, so he decided to walk around the school before heading back to the room. He roamed the empty halls, hoping to make himself tired so he could fall asleep as soon as he returned. It's not that he didn't want to talk to his team, he liked talking to them, but they always talked about stuff that never interested him. Like girls they think are cute and movies they've all seen.
He was lost in thought when he heard a distant shriek coming from one of the rooms, followed by loud laughter. Then there was the sound of running, and before he could process that the footsteps were heading towards him, he was thrusted towards the floor. Hitting his head on the ground and landing harshly on his wrist made him groan with pain. Kenma rubbed his head and tried to stand up. "What the.."
Suddenly he felt a hand over his mouth and the word "quiet" was mumbled into his ear. Then he was led to a nearby closet and was forced inside with whoever had tackled him.
Footsteps could be heard outside the door and obnoxious shouts of "NISHINOYA YOU BASTARD!" and "WHERE ARE YOU?!" Nishinoya was most likely the person Kenma was now hiding in the closet with. Kenma tried to glance at the face of his kidnapper, but couldn't see in the darkness of the closet. So he just waited patiently until the yelling had left the hall.
Nishinoya opened the door and poked his head out. Then he stepped outside, suggesting his pursuer was long gone. Kenma followed and winced at the the pain in his wrist, feeling free to make noise now.
"Hey are you alright?" The voice was a bit loud but soft. When Kenma's gaze left his hand, Nishinoya was mere inches from his face. Kenma could now see him clearly. He had, soft but sharp eyes wide with concern, silky dark hair with one part bleached that fell on his forehead, and clear,smooth, almost pale skin. He was a little shorter than Kenma so he was looking up through his bangs. He looked a little different with this hairstyle, but he recognized him as a player from Karasuno. For a moment Kenma thought he was sort of, cute. Is this what his teamates thought about girls? He didn't know if it was weird to see a guy as cute, so he turned away.
"I'm fine, it just hurt's a little."
"Ahh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you! I was just trying to hide." Nishinoya whined, now grabbing Kenma's arm and pulling him.
"Let's get you some ice or something!" Kenma wanted to pull away, but he figured it would be less embarrassing if some one else asked for an ice pack, "Yeah, okay."
After a two minute silence, Nishinoya spoke up. "So what's your name? My names Noya." He looked to Kenma with those same soft eyes as before, but they were more excited.
"Kenma Kozume."
"You're Nekoma's setter right?" He said a little louder than necessary.
"Yeah."
"Im Karasuno's libero." He beamed with pride. "What year are you?"
"Second year."
"Hah, me too!"
Nishinoya looked happy talking to Kenma, and he felt bad for being horrible at conversation. So Kenma hesitantly asked, "Umm.. Why, was that person chasing you?" Apparently he had forgotten the whole thing because he stopped and went "huh?". But suddenly he remembered, yelling "Ohh yeahh!" continued walking and began, "Well that was one of my team mates Ennoshita, he's really scary sometimes but he's a cool guy." He paused. "Anyway, me and my buddy Ryu were playing an intense game of pillow dodge ball, but then Ennoshita walks in drinking some strawberry milk and one of my pillows hits him. He got milk all over his face and white t-shirt, which was already enough to get him mad, but then I laughed, then he started chasing me." Noya laughed at the memory. "Which is how I ended up running into you." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh," was all Kenma could respond.
He didn't have time to think of something else to say, because they had reached the teachers' room. Nishinoya got Kenma an ice pack and a pill for the headache he had gotten from hitting his head on the floor. Noya apologized again and walked Kenma back to his room.
"Well I'll see you around, Kenma?" He said his name as if he was testing the waters. Kenma would have told him to just call him that anyways.
"Sure."
Noya smiled, "Okay, goodnight Kenma!" Then he went running down the hall.
"Where were you, and what happened? Kuroo questioned, seeing the icepack when Kenma had came in. Unwilling to share the story, Kenma replied simply, "I fell." Ignoring the glances his teamates shared with each other, he laid down to fall asleep.
Kenma tried not to think about how Noya had held his hand the whole way, even after they had gotten the ice pack. He also tried not to think about why he hadn't just pulled away.