Two lives (Bokuaka Fanfiction)

Kenma

Kenma laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. After the training camp, every time he had seen Kuroo, he had been with their manager. He couldn't deal with seeing it, so he began avoiding Kuroo and the rest of the team. He kept his head down, playing on his phone at lunch, and skipping evening practice, telling the team he could only do the morning one (where conveniently the manager wasn't at) for a while due to family problems. 

Three weeks on, and Yaku came up to him in the morning practice to ask him what was going on. Kenma shrugged him off, and said the family problems were getting worse. Yaku let him go. 

Kenma pulled out his phone and opened his messages to Akaashi. She had read all seven of them over the last three weeks but hadn't replied. He couldn't talk to the team, they might tell Kuroo out of interest of fixing the teams problems. There was only one person left that he knew well enough to ask.

7:32 Kenma: Hi

Kenma looked at his phone for a minute, and saw no reply, so he put his phone in his pocket and went to class. He checked it again at break, then at lunch, where he finally saw he had a reply.

10:48 Bokuto: Hi Kenma

12:32 Kenma: Are you busy tomorrow?

12:34 Bokuto: I don't want to go to a practice game, sorry.

12:35 Kenma: Me either. I just wanted to go out. 

12:35 Bokuto: Who are you and what have you done with Kenma? Kenma doesn't ever want to go out.

12:36 Kenma: I need to talk to someone...

12:37 Bokuto: Come over to my place at like 11, my parents are out all day.

12:38 Kenma: Ok thanks.

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Kenma knocked on the front door at just after 11, Bokuto opened it, and Kenma drew in a breath. This wasn't the Bokuto he knew. His hair wasn't spiked up, but fell in loose curls over his eyes, he had bags under his eyes and didn't smile.

"Looks like we both need to talk." Kenma says as Bokuto stepped aside to let him in. 

They sat on the sofa. 

"Talk." Said Kenma.

"I thought you were the one who wanted to talk?"

"Yeah but you look like shit, so talk."

"Akaashi has been avoiding me, it's like she vanished. We got a new manager for the club, she's never around at lunch. I've searched for her every break. She's not replying to any of my messages. I am getting tempted to go knock on her Nan's front door but she told me not to in case her mum is there. She told me her mum would be furious if she knew she was talking to a boy."

"Yeah, she mentioned that."

"What?"

"Oh." said Kenma. "I wasn't meant to say that."

"Kenma, please? I can't go on like this, tell me what you know."

"She didn't wanna tell me any of it, and she made me promise to never tell anyone, but on the last night of the volleyball club, she told me you kissed her, and her mum wouldn't allow anything to happen." 

"Why did she tell you if she didn't want anyone to know?"

"I had to tell her what was wrong with me in return."

"Which I guess is why you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah, I um, I told Akaashi, but she's not replied to me since that night either."

"What is it?"

"Promise not to judge me?"

"Of course, nothing you could say would make me change my opinion of you Kenma."

"On the last night of camp, Kuroo got asked out by the team manager, and I like him. I haven't been able to be near them since, and I haven't been going to practice, I'm going to get kicked off the team but I can't see them together." Kenma rushed out, hanging his head, as tears started to fall.

"What? Kuroo isn't dating the manager, what are you talking about?"

"I was there when she asked him out." 

"Oh Kenma, that's not what happened. Kuroo told me about the whole thing. She's a friend of his younger brothers, she went to him for dating advice to ask a guy she likes out, and he said she could practice on him. She was just doing some over the top ones for fun. He's been hanging around with her because she's so nervous about the whole thing."

"Oh."

"What you going to do about Kuroo though?"

"Nothing, I can't tell him."

"What you going to do when he does get asked out though?"

"Cry I guess."

"Don't be stupid. I have a plan."

"Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?"