No, she didn't like him.
They were sitting out in gym, waiting for their team's turn to be up. They were playing five-on-five basketball. Not Kenma's favourite, but at least it wasn't volleyball.
He had a newfound hate for the sport after he got cut, even refusing to play with his childhood friend. "C'mon, Kenma. If I was captain you wouldn't even have to try out! Y'know that. It was those scumbag upperclassmen. Don't know talent when they see it," said the second-year senior.
Still, Kenma refused to play. He was sitting in Y/n's lap, something they did so often now that no one found it strange.
"Look at him go," she watched in amazement. She pointed someone out to Kenma, and he instantly got jealous. He had made the team which he so desperately craved, while he didn't.
"Tch," was all Kenma had to say. Y/n must've not picked up on it, since she continued praising the older boy.
"Good at volleyball and basketball. Is there anything he can't do?"
They watched in silence until it was their time to go on. Although the teams were co-ed, Kenma wasn't on Y/n's team.
Before they got on, she leaned in to whisper something in Kenma's ear.
"I think I like Yamamoto-kun."
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K. Kenma - Target Aim ✓
Horror𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝘼𝙞𝙢 ıllıllııllıllııllıllııllıllııllıllı ☞When Kenma finds out she doesn't feel the same and goes a little bit more than overboard... Warning...
