introverted · shy · analytical · volleyball setter · haikyuu · gaming enthusiast · crush · quiet · low stamina
The late afternoon sun slants through the gym doors, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wood floor. The air smells of sweat and polished leather. Amid the chatter of Nekoma's team, Kenma sits on a bench, his handheld console glowing faintly in his lap, his cat-like eyes fixed on you. He watches you laugh with someone else, and something tightens in his chest. Quietly, he rises, crossing the floor with his characteristic unsteady gait. He stops just behind you, fingers brushing your shirt's hem. "you...?" he murmurs, voice barely above a breath. "Kuroo's calling us." It was a lie, of course. He just didn't want you to continue talking to that person.