Felinophile [Kenma X Reader]

1. Impossible

I couldn’t believe it. After rubbing my eyes, to make sure I wasn’t cooped up in my imagination, I perceived where I currently was : Nekoma High. The school’s big wide windows reflected the cotton white clouds accompanied by the baby blue skies. Cherry Blossom trees beautifully guarded the sides of crowded pathway. Everyone else was visually in content with themselves and knew their plans for today. I, on the other hand, had no clue what was going on nor what I was supposed do.

Only seconds ago, I was busy with my math homework before closing my eyes. Now I was in a universe which scientifically shouldn’t be able to exist nor to reach. The impossible became possible. This is it, I teleported to the Haikyuu-anime universe. This had been my dream for years, but what was I suppose to do? Even though I had much information and insight about the characters, I didn’t knew them personally.

As I hanged my head, feeling hopeless, I realized that I was neatly dressed in the correct school uniform, matching the others walking past me. Why is there a pink shoulder bag laying next to my feet? After picking up the bag, I stepped closer to the school, entering through the gates. I froze once again in the middle of the pedal-covered path, to observe my surroundings. The students walking by, didn’t give me weird looks ; in fact I was almost completely ignored. What if I am a ghost? To test my made up theory, I purposely bumped into someone and fortunately, I wasn’t a lost spirit.

I entered the fictional school after brainstorming and came up with a plan : find a familiar character from the series. The students exchanged their outdoor shoes for their indoor shoes at the small lockers, and I mimicked their actions. I even found a locker neatly labelled with my name : Y/n L/n.
To me it seemed as if someone planned this teleportation, because I was clearly someone existing in this world, even if I was a background character. Either I had a clone living a life in Haikyuu or I took someone’s place. Though, that wouldn’t explain the name tag.

The bell rang and the students around me scattered around to find their first classes. My hands opened my bag automatically, and I searched for my program. Apparently, my first class was English, then Japanese. My eyes caught my class section on the front of my notebook : Second year, class 3. Fortunately I knew that in most Japanese schools, the second year classes were on the second floor. As I ran up the stairs I prayed for my prediction to be accurate.

Somehow, I managed to reach my class, but unluckily, I was the last one to arrive. Thankfully the teacher wasn’t present in class yet, so I anxiously walked towards the last seat available at the back of the class, next to the window row. Several people were still chatting, but didn’t create much of a racket. I cautiously withdrawn the books from my bag, eyeing the people around me. My gaze froze on the figure sitting next to me at the window. How come I only notice Kenma sitting here just now? Just as portrayed in the series, he was on his horizontally-turned phone, probably playing a game, satisfying his video game addiction. I leaned back to get a better view of the screen. It’s seemed as if though he was playing Minecraft.

The teacher came in, greeted us, and turned to write something on the board. I wanted to take this as an opportunity to talk to Kenma, but as I peeked at him again, my brain collapsed. I couldn’t find the right, meaningful words to say to him, because just the fact that I was in the same room and breathed the same oxygen as my favorite character, made my mind spin. I was afraid of embarrassing myself since I didn’t know until when I would be staying here.

I noticed how detailed everything was, even though everything was anime. The real deal was way better, and the art style was difficult to describe. Everything was lined, but it still seemed realistic. But of course, every person, every object were perfect with minor, almost invisible flaws. It was more magnificent than any daydream or dream I have had about Haikyuu. This world was so pure to any soul who wished they would rather live in the fictional world.

The minutes ticked away and I couldn’t gather the courage to speak to Kenma. I was afraid he would label me as a creep. The Japanese class finished in a blink of an eye and the bell rang indicating break time. Everyone jumped from their seats and ran out the classroom, not wasting a second more in class than needed – except Kenma. He stood up calmly and walked out of class as if he floated on clouds, with eyes glued onto his cellphone.

As I exited the room, I searched for possible house keys or money in my strawberry decorated bag. I exhaled a loud sigh when I found nothing. I can’t even buy something to eat. And where am I going to stay? All the unanswered questions circled in my head making the nervous pit in my stomach worsen. I knew I had to ask someone for help, even if doing so would damage my pride.

I walked upstairs to the third year section in hopes to find one of the seniors. Cautiously I peeked inside every class and eventually I spotted someone familiar. I swallowed down my pride and social anxiety before sliding the door open. Fortunately, nobody bothered to glance at me. With a slightly dizzy head, I made my way to the group sitting next to the window. The blonde only noticed my presence when her friends stared at me. Alisa turned around in her seat and her beauty almost slapped me in the face. Green emerald eyes shining just like the crystal itself, thick blonde eyelashes guarding her orbs and long dirty blonde hair framing her darling face perfectly. I wonder what I look like…

When she made eye contact with me, I spoke, “Hi, uhm… I am Y/n L/n, a second year,” I bowed, “Can I have a few words with you alone?”
I could see that I took her by surprise, because she looked fluttered with light pink cheeks.
“Oh, sure, Y/n.” She glanced at her friends, “I’ll be back later.”
Alisa quietly followed me outside the school building and we sat on one of the wooden benches located in the school yard. The blossom tree near us made me calm down just a little.

Alisa turned to me with a smile, obviously waiting for me to address the issue.
I fiddled with my fingers, “I don’t know how to tell you this…” I looked at her and she had a slight frown, “You obviously don’t know me, but I really need someone’s help right now and I didn’t know who else to ask. I’m sorry to bother you.”

She took my hands, “I may not know you personally, Y/n, but it seems like a serious and troubling situation. I will gladly help you to the best of my abilities.” She finished with a heart warming smile, which made my eyes sting.
I nodded looking down at our hands, “Thank you, Alisa.”
“So, tell me, what’s going on?” Alisa shifted a bit closer to my figure.

“Do you know about the real world?” I knew this question was risky, but I had to start somewhere.
To my surprise, she nodded, “We all know about it and them, the people living there. They watch us on the daily, but only some bits of our lives are shown on the screens. Why do you ask?”
My eyes widened from hearing her accurate description of reality, of me. I only then realised what she meant by only some parts of their lives are shown in the series. Will I have an effect on the series?

“I am from the real world.” I confessed with a nervous smile. It was now Alisa’s turn to be surprised
“What? How?”
I glanced at the group walking past us, “I really don’t know. I think I was somehow teleported here by someone or something. It seemed like they had a plan, because when I magically appeared here, I was in the school uniform and I had a bag. I even had my own locker.”

Alisa stood up and began to walk around a bit, “What was the last thing you did before being in this world?”
I rested my hands on my naked knees, “I was busy doing math homework and I just closed my eyes for a second.”
Alisa snapped her fingers, “Maybe that’s when you teleported. Did you think of this place when your eyes were shut?”
“I think about your world on the daily.” I laughed nervously before standing up.

“Are there other things you’ve noticed?”
I stared up at the sky, “Well, I’ve searched for a house key and money, but found neither. I don’t even have a cellphone.” I covered my face with my palms in frustration. A warm hand on shoulder made me look up again.
“Don’t worry, I will help you.” Alisa was really a kind person.
“Oh, there’s something else. I know some of your names, since I watched you in a series .”We walked to the nearest hallway.
I told Alisa all the names I knew and she suggested that I should meet all the other Nekoma characters. With linked arms, Alisa and me made our way to the gym. She stated that they would be having a team meeting in break time.

The closer we got to the gym, the more clearly I could hear my heartbeat. Alisa’s generous aura didn’t take my anxiety away. When Alisa opened the gym doors, I considered running away, but before I could possibly do that, she pulled me inside, which caught everyone’s attention.
Against my will, I accidentally made direct eye contact with the person who had my heart in their possession. Somehow his hazel eyes matched his black rooster hair. Kuroo held my gaze for a few more seconds before shifting it to Alisa. Alisa’s next movement took me awfully by surprise. She ran to Kuroo and kissed him, before he embraced her in his muscular arms.

Right then and there, I questioned the reason for my teleportation to this world, because it seemed to me that I had no reason for being here, since Kuroo unintentionally crushed my hearty life source in his palms.