Help?

𝐆ame time

"Hey y/n?"

Y/n looks over in the direction of the voice. Once they see who it is they hum in response. They are currently deep cleaning the bathroom.

"Since on Friday is my last game of the season before the tournament, I was wondering if you could come too,"

Y/n stopped their scrubbing and stood up. The strong smell of bleach entering their nose, sends a tingle to their brain.

"Why do you want me to come?" They ask.

"I don't know, but can you?" He responds. He has his hands in his pockets, but you can still tell that he's nervous by the way he was fidgeting.

"Ok," is all they say as they turn back to the toilet. Kenma holds back as smile as he thanks them before walking back to his room.

In Kenma's mind, this might be a chance for y/n to be impressed with him. Maybe remind them of why they used to like him.

While his plan makes no sense to the outside eye, in his mind it was perfect and was going for it. It scared him sometimes as to how much thought he gives
y/n.

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Friday comes and Kenma is still at school, since that is where the game is being held. Y/n and Suna are still at the house getting ready.

"Have you seen my sneakers?" Suna asks looking around.

"Which one?" Y/n asks as they put on their earrings. "Which other ones?" Suna responds sarcastically.

Not even a second later he calls out, "never mind I found them!" Y/n scoffs at his antics as they walk out of the guest room into the living room.

"Damn," Suna says looking y/n up and down, "you surprise me every-time," he says pecking them on the lips.

"As do you, sir sexy," y/n responds. As they head outside to Suna's car, y/n takes a breath of the outside air.

Before putting on their seatbelt they pause, questioning if they still want to go.

"Are you ok?" Suna asks looking over at them.

"Yeah it's just, I didn't have the best time at that school," they explain as they plug in their belt and shift around in their seat.

"We don't have to go if your not comfortable," he says putting his hand on y/n's thigh.

'What if I run into them again? But then again they might not remember me like Kenma's friend. But how do you forget something like that? Whatever'

After a second of thought, y/n puts their hand on his, squeezing it lightly. "I'll be fine," they reassure.

Suna gives them a look. Y/n looks back with reassurance. The boy sighs shifting the gear into 'drive'. He quickly gives y/n a kiss on their forehead before putting his attention on the road.

Once they arrived at the gym, y/n showed Suna the way to the bleachers.

"Don't you have to register yourself or something?" Suna asks.

"No, i was an athlete for part of the year, so i get a pass," Y/n explains as they step up the bleachers, Suna right behind them.

As the couple sit down and get comfortable, both teams enter through the door and begins with their warm ups.

Each one of the players concentrating hard on their accuracy, each trying to intimidate the other. Kenma, every once in a while will scan the crowd looking for y/n.

It wasn't until his 5th scan that his eyes met y/n's. He spots them sitting on the bleachers, with Suna laying on their lap.Y/n cracked a small smile at them. Kenma couldn't figure out what the smile meant.