Oddly Familiar || Kenma Kozume

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Sighing in frustration, Kenma burries his head on his desk, grazing his slender fingers along his dark roots as he pushes back the long locks of hair.

After returning to their headquarters. Kenma no longer wanted to speak with anyone or associate with anything about his job. Walking straight inside his office with a monotone look on his face, he slams the door shut, ignoring Kuroo in the process, who just looked at him confused like the rest of the team were.

"It can't be..." He whispered to himself, your name ringing in his ears as he continued to furiously massage his temples.

He was sure that your name sounded oddly familiar. The shards of memories soon came to stab his mind, captivating his thoughts in a cage, begging him to puzzle each piece together in order to recognize the given matter.

But then again, maybe it was just a coincidence and that it just so happened that his childhood friend and you had the same name.

Kenma continued to convince himself otherwise. Knowing that his old friend was long gone, even witnessing their own death right before his eyes.

Lost in his own thoughts, Kuroo had been knocking on his door for quite some time, itching with impatience as he decided to let himself in. Watching Kenma pace around the room quietly murmuring to himself, Kuroo can't help but be concerned.

"Is something bothering you." Kuroo's words made Kenma pause in his tracks, somehow shocked that he was now inside his office.

He was quite lucky that he was the closest to Kenma among the rest of the Nekoma, being together since he moved to their village. If it had been someone else inside, Kenma might've blown their heads off way before they could even say hello.

"Fuck off or I'll shoot you right now."

"You won't do that to me."

"Don't test me."

"Just answer the damn question."

Kenma looked at him blandly before sitting back on his chair. Hands grabbed onto the drawer to his right, sliding it open to reveal a pack of cigar.

"Remember that person that I've been childhood friends with?" Kenma asked, as he pulled the stick off of the packet, placing it on the tip of his lips.

The sounds of the lighter clicked in his ears, Kenma slowly lighting the cigarette. The taste of nicotine coated his mouth as he let out puffs of smoke inside the room.

Kuroo nodded at his statement, even recalling the time that he had already met Kenma's dear friend.

"What about them?"

"It's a long story." Kenma replied, letting out an aggravated groan as he willingly told Kuroo every detail on what happened a while ago.

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Almost an hour had passed when you encountered the mysterious group of men. Waiting for an explanation, Tsukishima sat down on the leather chair after cleaning up his work space from working on Yamaguchi's brand new tattoo.

Taking off your rubber gloves, you then proceeded to turn towards Tsukishima, hands crossed on your chest as you slightly raised a brow at him.

"Well, don't you have something to say?"

There was a short pause after your question, Tsukishima looking somewhat hesitant behind the cold glare in his eyes. Although, he wanted to explain everything to you with ease, there was still a part of him that wished to have extra time and think about what words he would choose to say.

"Nekoma."

His voice rasped in his throat as he tries to grasp the words he wanted to say. Grabbing the damp rag on the small cart filled with ink bottles and stencils, he started to clean the fine needles carefully.