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Kenma—an introvert who doesn't like to meddle into people's business, who spends most of his time alone, prefers his own company to anyone else's and is always seen playing games— doesn't exactly know when all of those mentioned began something he doesn't want to do anymore. He doesn't enjoy being alone and just playing games anymore. He would find himself being occupied with someone else, well, his mind is.
His mind would always wonder about his classmate, Y/N. He would always imagine how it would be to hug her, to hold hands with her, to share food with her, and spoil her. Imagining how she would look underneath him, tied up to his bed as she wears a white silk chiffon nightgown, displaying her assets to him.
He isn't dumb, everyone knows that quite well, especially Kuroo, he is the brain of Nekoma after all, but he can't help himself from having these thoughts about Y/N. There is something about Y/N that draws him to her, what was it? Is it the way she brings herself? Her stage presence? Her contradicting confidence with people? Or was it the way she moves so gracefully like a doll?
Kenma didn't care about love before. He didn't bother himself with it. It wasn't something needed for him. "Kenma, what's your type in girls?" asked his childhood friend, Kuroo. He didn't look up from his console and thought for a second, "Nothing. I don't care about having a girlfriend. It's a waste of energy," he replied back to the rooster head, "HUH? waste of energy? Psh. Your views will change once you find someone." And how he hated that his rooster of a friend is right.
What he's feeling right now, towards Y/N is love, right? How he wanted to hold her hands. Hug her. Spoil her. Protect her from any danger. Locking her up in his room. Making sure she follows him. It's love, right? This is what it feels to love someone, right? Wanting to protect them. Wanting to see them everyday. Be with them. And most importantly, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
As usual, Kuroo and Kenma walked to school together. Kenma played on his PSP while Kuroo had his arms behind his head, walking as if he was all that. Kenma, being busy as he is in his game, accidentally bumped into someone making them step backward a little. He took his eyes off the game and looked at who it was. Slowly he traced the legs of the owner who was bowing at him, apologising. It was Y/N. His bunny— I mean, his classmate.
"Sorry, Sorry. I wasn't looking and was in a hurry to meet a friend. Sorry about it. You're not hurt, are you?" asked Y/N to Kenma. My God, her voice, so angelic. Its as soft as the silk ribbons he wants to tie her hands with. He couldn't say anything, busy admiring her features. Oh, her features. Kenma could talk about it for years and years. Make a powerpoint slide containing 100 slides just to talk about her face, not including her whole body yet and personality.
Kuroo, who was behind him, noticed Kenma's loss for words. He chuckled at his little friend before moving forward a bit to speak, "It's fine. No harm done, be careful next time though, alright?" he told Y/N like he was talking to his grandchild, "Yes, yes. I will. Again, I'm terribly sorry about it. Ill get going then." She then walked away, giving them a wave before going on her way to pick up her friend.
"You were quiet. Finally found someone who's your type?~" teased Kuroo to his shorter friend next to him, "Shut up, Kuroo." His gaze then went back to his PSP, playing his left opened game. But his mind is still plagued by you. How you were so graceful, even in a hurry. How you were so kind, making sure he wasn't hurt. Oh, my. He can't take it. You were worried about him. HIM. He was fangirl-ing hard.
Even if he was busy playing, his mind kept replaying the moment between you two. Oh, how it kept replaying and replaying. Rotting his brain with your image. Your graceful image. How he worships you and your being. "Oh, Kenma, we'll have practice later. Karasuno will be coming for training here in Tokyo, so better shape up," advised Kuroo to his friend who was too busy playing his game in hopes for your image to soon burn out, letting him continue his day.