The Demon's Little Sister

19

Kuroo and Kenma flinched upon seeing Morisuke tense at your question. Both knew what was about to happen, neither wanted to stick around long enough to get caught in the explosion.

"We'll, just, uh... leave you two be. Come on, Kenma, let's go join the others for a bit."

The pudding head nodded and the bedhead boy motions for them to get out of the kitchen, both boys being careful to not make the situation with Yaku any worse.

Yaku waited for them to be completely out of earshot before opening his mouth to speak to you. "Have you lost your damn mind, Y/n?!"

"What do you mean by that, Mori?" You were absolutely lost as to why he had this sudden outburst.

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you. "How can you ask that without the slightest clue?"

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about, Mori. You aren't exactly telling me anything. Seriously, what's your problem with Lev?"

"Don't you think he's too fucking annoying?"

"No. Why would I?"

"He's the worst volleyball player to have ever existed!"

"Now you're just being mean! Lev doesn't have the experience the rest of you do, give him some time! He still needs to practice and really get a feel of the game before he can fully handle it!"

"Ok, forget that. He's still too damn casual with you!"

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "What's the problem with that?"

"It's Lev! He should know better than to be all up close and personal with you!"

"Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now, Morisuke? Lev is my friend! Stop being this overprotective of me! And stop being so unnecessarily rude to Lev!"

"THEN STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID!"

Silence.

The entire house was silent for several moments.

You faced the floor by your feet while hearing your brother's heavy breathing. You didn't move, nor did you make a single sound. Tears were building in your eyes.

Morisuke froze, eyes widening when he realized what he had just done. "Y-"

Without hearing another word come from his mouth, you dashed out of the kitchen. Not sparing anyone a glance due to being too afraid of someone seeing you cry, you bolted past all the boys and into your room. Once safely inside your room, you slam the door shut and lock it. You rush over to your bed and jump into it face-first, sobbing into your pillow.

Meanwhile, the boys stayed in the living room. Lev was simply dumbfounded, whereas the others were concerned.

Morisuke slowly walked out of the kitchen, head already turned in the direction you had run off to. He didn't utter a single sound. His heart felt heavy, guilt slowly swallowing his entire being.

Kuroo faced the libero, a pitying expression held on his face. "Yakkun...."

The short third year sighed, shaking his head. "No need to say it, I already know."

"I don't think you do know."

Morisuke lifted his head slightly to look the taller third year in the eye. "What?"

"Are you ok?" Kuroo's eyes softened while looking at his libero.

This took Morisuke by surprise. He took a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes. "I shouldn't have lost my composure with her. Y/n may not act like it, but she can be really sensitive when it comes to certain things. She... she doesn't exactly handle being yelled at or receiving negative comments very well." The boy rubbed the back of his neck.

Kuroo walked over to him, giving him a gentle pat on the back. "Don't worry. Kenma, go ahead and try talking to Y/n. Yakkun, let's go into the kitchen and finish up with dinner for Y/n."

Morisuke nodded as he followed Kuroo into the kitchen.

Kenma silently walked to the door of your room, gently knocking once he arrived.

No response.

He knocked again. "Y/n? It's just me. Are you ok? Can you let me in?" Kenma frowned as he waited outside your room. "That was stupid. Of course she's not ok. You're seriously an idiot."

You slowly got off your bed after hearing Kenma's voice from the other side of your door. You walked over and unlocked the door, opening it enough for Kenma to enter. You immediately close the door again and laid back down on your bed.

Kenma followed, carefully sitting beside you on your bed. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

You simply shrugged, using everything in you to keep from sobbing in front of Kenma.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You shook your head.

Kenma hesitated, unsure of what might help to either cheer you up or simply get your mind off the incident that had just occurred. "Wanna play some games?"

You slowly sat up, nodding your head slightly.

Kenma's lips tugged into a small smile, relief washing over the boy as he finally got a different response from you. "Anything in particular you wanna play?"

You shrugged, turning on the flat screen in your room, connecting it to your gaming console. "Anything's fine. You can choose."

And so, Kenma chose Mario Kart. "How often do you play this?" He questioned you, noticing how you were just as good as him at the game- which was surprising, considering everyone else on the team constantly loses miserably whenever they play against Kenma.

You shrug, eyes still completely focused on the game. "Whenever I get bored and have nothing else to do. Sometimes I play in the middle of the night when I can't sleep, or whenever I'm feeling stressed."

Your words had caught the game-obsessed setter off guard. "You get stressed?"

"Mhm. I mean, doesn't everyone?"

"Well... yeah. But it seems almost impossible for you to actually feel stressed. You seem to handle everything pretty well."

You briefly glance at him from the corner of your eye. "It's always easy to hide behind a smile."

Kenma froze, tensing at the phrase he would've never expected to hear from your mouth. "What?"