If someone would've told Hayami that she'd became the manager of a volleyball team she wouldn't have believed them.
And there she was.
Becoming a manager, a teammate, a friend, a sister.
But mostly, an ice skater.
A strong one.
A National Star.
She...
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"Hey, I'll accompany Fukunaga and Yaku home, so you two can spend some time together," Kuroo winked at Kenma, nudging at Hayami, "I'll text you when I'm coming back, okay?"
They walked slowly back home, not really wanting to say goodbye to each other, 'cause the night was so much fun and they didn't want it to end.
But still, the day after was a school day and they couldn't just stay out all night, not after those hard matches.
"Alright. Thanks", Kenma nodded, watching Hayami giving two kisses on Yaku's cheeks and some hugs to the remaining boys, pointing at her home behind her back.
"Good...", she started, but Kuroo stopped her.
"I'll leave you with Kenma and be back later, so don't say goodnight yet."
"Oh," she was surprised, "okay then. Later!"
They waved to Kenma and Hayami one last time before leaving them alone in the middle of the sidewalk under a streetlight.
They looked toward the other, surely not unhappy to be alone.
"Hi."
"Hey."
Kenma took a step closer to the girl, observing her doing the same. That night they were the same height, so he could see her eyes very clearly, and it was easier to pull the girl closer by her hips, making her giggle.
Not wanting to waste time, he tried to kiss her, but she avoided his lips, making them fall on her cheek.
"What...?", he could finish the question, feeling a soft kiss being placed from his jaw down to his neck.
Long fingers tracing all their way up from his chest to his chin, tilting his head to have more space to operate in.
He was short-circuiting, grabbing her jacket to maintain some composure, but it wasn't helping anyway.
She tortured him until she was back on his lips, stamping a long kiss on them, leaving him breathless.
"That was the goodnight kiss you promised me?", she was talking about one of their first silly conversations back in the camp that was implying that something more could sparkle between them.
"You did everything", he breathed out on her lips.
"You're still learning," she tilted her head, smiling, "I don't expect...", but she was shushed by his lips smashing again on hers, this time felt desperate.
Kenma pulled her to the back of her own home, not breaking from the kiss, just to practically pin her to the wall, his hands on both her cheeks, preventing her from moving her body, deepening the kiss.
Hayami was sure her hands were messing up his hair and that in the end he would've lipstick all over his face, but she didn't care at all, not wanting that moment to end.
