Nekoma University [Volleyball Vs Art Club], Kenma Kozume x reader fanfic (+18)

Chapter 8: The awkward train ride.

⚠️Drugs use (nothing too extreme tho) Marijuana ⚠️

My eyes trailed over the miniature advertisements on the train, not knowing what to look at since it would be rude to play on my phone. With every sentence I read on the billboards, I noticed I got more anxious to set up a conversation with the girl next to me.

And so it turned out that the entire train ride to Toshima would be painfully awkward and silent. Quietly, I cursed myself for not being able to have a casual chat. Whenever I heard Kuroo talk to people, it looked so simple and natural.

Yet here I am overthinking every little thing while getting insecure about the imaginary tension between us.

"Are you joining?" A question silenced the hurricanes in my mind.
"Hmm?" I questioned while slowly turning my head to see y/n, who was sitting next to me, carelessly holding her phone while texting.

"To Bokuto?" She continued as she peeked up and smiled gently.
"Oh," I reacted, reflecting her question for a second, "No I still have a lot of work to do and my mother is home," I lied, deciding to get myself out of more social interaction.

She hummed as she faced back at her phone and continued texting again.
"Don't worry about it," she came back as she put her phone back in her bag,
"Bokuto asked for it,"

"Oh, okay..." I returned while I examined the doors slide open in front of us while a crowd of individuals walked in loudly pushing each other. As if this day wasn't burdened enough, it was rush hour."

I was relieved when we eventually reached our end stop and ran out of the overcrowded train when the doors opened. The clean and cool air greeted my face and my anxiety slightly calmed down. Quickly I raced to a spot where there were not too many people hanging around and opened my bag to pull out a bottle of water.

"Kozume — Are you okay?" y/n asked concerned while she scanned me from top to toe, "You look slightly red and frustrated,"

"Yeah, just — too many people on public transport, I groaned as I let the cool water roll over my tongue.
" I know the feeling," she continued, "It was one of the early things that annoyed me in Japan."

While she kept talking, I tried to cancel everything around me and was deciding to concentrate on the fluid drink running through my dry throat.

After it was empty I threw it in the garbage bin next to us and removed my uniform jacket. "Let's go," I interrupted her as I started to walk in front of her, not truly caring since I wanted to go home as quickly as possible.

After we strolled through a couple of streets and alleys, we finally stood in front of Bokuto's house and I decided to take my leave as she buzzed the doorbell.

" Thank you Kozume," the small girl slightly bowed, showing her gratitude and causing me to get all flustered again.
"It's fine," I responded with a stoic expression while I dug my palms in my pockets as I felt my hands lightly shaking, "I guess I'll g —"

"Hey hey hey, who do we have here?" An intense and disturbing Bokuto opened the wooden door behind us.
"Hi Bokuto," I murmured while he tore y/n in an uncomfortable bear hug ruffling her hair.

The scene in front of me caused the side of my lips to slightly curl up as y/n was looking all annoyed and disheveled.

"I thought you mentioned that Kenma wasn't coming?" The grey-haired boy asked y/n with a confused frown as he stared at the both of us.

"I'm not," I acknowledged him uninterested, " just dropping her off,"

"Oh that's a first one," Bokuto snickered as he bumped y/n playfully on the shoulders. The girl looked all puzzled between him and me because of his foolish reaction.