One shots [HXH/Naruto etc,literally any anime ]

kenma x F! Y/N

"Game of Hearts"

Kenma Kozume wasn't one to pay attention to much outside of his video games and volleyball. Most things seemed like unnecessary distractions to him. He didn't mind spending hours immersed in his own world, away from the noise of others. That's why when little chocolate treats started appearing in his bag, at first, he didn't think much of it.

The first time he found a small, neatly wrapped chocolate, he blinked in confusion. It wasn't his. He hadn't bought it, nor had he seen anyone slip it in his bag. He shrugged it off as some mistake and thought no more of it. But then it happened again, and again, and again. The chocolates were always simple but sweet, perfectly crafted with care.

Each time he unwrapped one, he noticed a small note attached: "For the person who plays like they're already a winner."

Kenma didn't think much of that either.

But Kuroo, his best friend and captain of the Nekoma volleyball team, noticed it right away.

"Kenma, who's your secret admirer?" Kuroo teased one afternoon, leaning over his friend's shoulder as he spotted yet another chocolate. "You got a fan, eh?"

Kenma simply blinked at the chocolate in his hand and muttered, "It's nothing."

"Oh, it's definitely something," Kuroo grinned mischievously. "You just don't pay attention."

A few days later, Kuroo finally saw her. Y/N. She was a classmate who was known for her soft, kind personality. She was always smiling, always trying her best, and always-without fail-showing up to cheer for every single one of Kenma's volleyball games.

Kuroo smirked to himself when he caught sight of her slipping the chocolate into Kenma's bag during a break. She had that nervous but hopeful expression that was unmistakable. Kuroo didn't waste time.

"Hey, Kenma," he said later that day with a smug grin. "I know who's been giving you those chocolates."

Kenma glanced up from his game, raising an eyebrow. "Who?"

"It's Y/N from our class," Kuroo said, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's been dropping them in your bag. I saw her do it."

Kenma blinked, processing the information. Y/N? The quiet girl who always sat a few seats away? He'd noticed her around before, but he'd never really thought much about it. She was soft-spoken, always offering help during class, and-

He paused, a faint realization dawning on him.

She always cheered for him during volleyball games, didn't she? Now that he thought about it, every time he looked toward the stands, she was there. Her support had been so consistent, and yet he had never connected the dots.

Kuroo clapped him on the back. "Looks like someone's got a crush on you, Kenma."

Kenma didn't respond, but the wheels in his mind began turning. The next day, when Y/N tried to talk to him during break about something small-probably a random topic she was trying to spark a conversation with-he found himself paying more attention. She asked about his game, about what he was doing after school, about his favorite video games. Her questions were simple, even a little awkward, but her sincerity struck him.

And soon, he started noticing her everywhere.

She was always around, supporting him. Even when the games weren't particularly exciting, or when they were against lower-tier teams, she showed up, cheering softly from the stands. It was something he had never appreciated before. But now that Kuroo had pointed it out, it became impossible not to see.