Help?

𝐀ll I had to do

Kenma's POV

All my life, making friends by myself wasn't something that I was good at.

I wasn't interested in talking to them. And I did my best to make sure they didn't have interest talking to me. And for the most part I did good.

Since he lived nearby and was around my age, Kuroo was my one friend.

I'm not sure how, but he got me to join the volleyball club in middle school. It came as a surprise to me because I don't like exercising or getting sweaty and all of that stuff but I did. And I stayed because he wanted me to.

I kept playing until I got to high school, (I'm still playing now but I'm just remembering past events and stuff). The upperclassmen weren't the nicest people to be around, and I didn't understand why they thought they were superior to the rest of us. But they were the reason why I didn't talk much in class.

That was until I met them. They sat in the middle of the classroom. I liked that place because in the back was the loud and popular kids, and in the front were the smart kids. And in the middle, is where you're often overlooked.

They kept their head down most of the time. And only talked when they had a question, or when doing partner work.

I remember seeing them play a game on their phone and I had that game too. It felt good to have something in common that we could talk about. Because otherwise, it would be complete silence between us while the rest of the class chattered away.

"Oh I have that game too," I said. They paused for a moment, as if confirming that I was talking to them. They then asked which level I was on. And that was the start of a pleasant friendship.

Unfortunately I only had one class with them, but I did enjoy the class even more because I could talk them.

Soon my eyes started to wander. I started looking as the way they look at a hard question. The way they always tilt their head when they drink from their water bottle. Even the way they silently cheer when they get a question right.And even the way that they wore long sleeves on hot days.

That I never questioned, because I did that myself. But it was when I happened to pass them when they were wearing their p.e uniform, that I noticed their bruises. It was on their arms as if they were blocking an attack. On their shins as if they tripped while running. They looked so uncomfortable walking around without something to cover them. I saw how they used their arms to wrap around themself like a blanket.

"You ok?" I called out to them. They flinched a little bit before turning to me. I saw them readjust their fingers to try and cover up more of themself. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" They asked.

They had just redirected the conversation, but I did that often so I knew how to handle it. "Yeah I had to deliver something to another teacher, but are you ok?"

They stretched their lips into a straight line, kind of indicating that I should guess if their ok. "Being dead would be a better option, but yeah I'm fine," they said. We both joked around like this pretty often, so I wasn't phased by them saying that death was the better option.

The only thing thing that phased me was their tone of voice. They sounded tired of everything. Maybe they had just had a rough day.

"I gotta get to class, see you later," I said. They waved in response before running off.

That was the first time I had seen their bruises, but I knew that in P.E, things got intense so I'd assume that they bruise really easily. The only other time we brought it up was when I confessed.