K. Kenma & K. Tetsurou - Carnage ✓

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Warnings!

murder, character death, and strong language. I will put a ⚠ symbol when it is about to begin. Read at your own risk!

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The bus ride to Shinzen was a rather quiet one, one that Kuroo and Kenma used to watch as the h/c haired girl slept on Yamamoto's shoulder. Kuroo was awe-struck, wanting to be faced with this sight more often. Kenma, on the other hand.

He wasn't happy.

He tried to feel some sort of joy from watching Y/n so intently, but he found that the more he stared,

the more his hate for Yamamoto grew.

He wanted to be in that position with Y/n's head laying on his shoulder, her being able to trust him to the point where she feels comfortable unconscious around him. But right now?

He was certain that she wanted nothing to do with him even while conscious.

But that would change. He needed it to change. He needed to get closer to her. And this training camp?

Kenma saw that as the perfect opportunity.

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Arriving at the training camp Kenma had no interest in meeting new people, just participating and leaving at the end of the month. But this ginger kid wouldn't leave him alone, so he decided to take him under his wing. Of course, he wasn't open with him at first, seeing as he's barely open with the people he's known over a year, let alone a complete and utter stranger.

Stranger.

Kenma felt like a stranger to Y/n. Although she said they were friends Kenma knew that the h/c haired female wanted nothing to do with him, especially after he constantly harassed her this past week. Pulling her hair and kicking the back of her knees had become a habit for him. She didn't say anything at the time, but the blonde knew that any chance of her possibly liking him was long gone. He didn't even know why he did, just that he regretted it now.

"You're such a fucking idiot," he mumbled under his breath, forgetting that he was walking with his junior.

"Hmm?" hummed the ginger. His name was Hinata Shoyo, a first-year attending Karasuno. He was short, but he wasn't a libero. When Kenma asked if he was one, the short male got offended, puffing out his chest. "I'm a wing spiker!" he said proudly, head held high. "Well, technically a middle blocker, but that's not important." Kenma was happy that he was able to be confident enough in his skills. Not Kenma though, no.

Kenma sucked as a setter.

At least, that's what he told himself in his head. In reality, he was one of the best setters that the Nekoma team has ever seen, but he wouldn't believe you if you told him that. He had a serious problem with taking compliments, that problem being that he couldn't take them.

"No, nothing." He shook his head, indicating that he wasn't talking to him when he said 'fucking idiot.'

"Okay..." he trailed off, getting distracted and walking off somewhere else. "Uh, bye Kenma!"

"Bye Shoyo." He waved him off, confused as to what grabbed his attention so easily that it made him lose his concentration mid-conversation. Something about him reminded Kenma of Lev. Was it how comfortable the short male became with him in a short period of time?