𝕸𝖞 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

♡☠ 𝕒 Ⓕя丨ⓔ𝓷𝐃ℓу вᵃｎ𝔱𝐄𝕣 𝔟𝒆ｔ山€𝐄𝓝 '千尺เєＮ𝔡𝐬'-𝕂ｕʳσ𝕂𝔼𝓝 💎🍩

This is a fluff scene about two boys from an anime called Haikyuu!!

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The gym was dimly lit, the only light coming from the late afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows. Kuroo was leaning against the wall, panting lightly after an intense practice. He watched as Kenma sat cross-legged on the bleachers, his focus entirely on his phone.

"Hey, Kenma!" Kuroo called, his voice light. "You're missing out on some serious post-practice bonding here!"

Kenma glanced up, his expression deadpan. "I'm busy trying to beat my high score. This is important."

Kuroo chuckled, walking over to him. "Come on, one game with me and I promise to let you get back to your precious phone."

Kenma sighed, but there was a hint of a smile lurking on his lips. "Fine. But only if you promise not to embarrass yourself this time."

"Me? Embarrass myself?" Kuroo feigned offense, crossing his arms dramatically. "I'm a volleyball god!"

"Right. A god who trips over his own feet," Kenma said, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his amusement.

Kuroo plopped down beside him, their shoulders touching. "You know, if you keep teasing me, I might just start believing you enjoy it."

Kenma paused, looking thoughtful. "Maybe I do. But it's mostly because you're so ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" Kuroo repeated, his voice playful. "I prefer to think of it as... uniquely charismatic."

Kenma shook his head, a genuine smile breaking through. "Sure, let's go with that."

Kuroo leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. "So, how about a bet? If I win, you have to join me for ice cream afterward. If you win, I'll let you pick the game for our next practice. And I promise to listen to your strategies."

"Hmm," Kenma mused, tapping his chin as he considered. "Alright, but if I win, you have to admit I'm the better player, both in the game and in life."

"Deal!" Kuroo grinned, his competitive spirit igniting.

The game started, and as Kuroo focused, he couldn't help stealing glances at Kenma, who was deeply concentrated. Kenma's brow furrowed slightly, his lip caught between his teeth as he navigated the game. Kuroo felt a warmth blossom in his chest, watching how passionate he was about something he loved.

Just as Kenma was about to score the winning point, Kuroo leaned over, whispering dramatically, "What if I told you I had a secret weapon?"

Kenma raised an eyebrow but didn't take his eyes off the screen. "And what would that be?"

"Your favorite snack," Kuroo replied, his voice low and teasing. "I happen to have a whole stash of it in my bag."

Kenma's focus faltered for just a moment, and that was all Kuroo needed. With a triumphant laugh, he snatched the game from Kenma's hands, claiming victory.

"No! You cheated!" Kenma protested, a playful pout on his face.

"Cheating? Nah, just using my charm!" Kuroo said, grinning widely. "Looks like we're getting ice cream!"

Kenma sighed, pretending to be annoyed but unable to hide his smile. "Fine. But you better not trip while we're there."

As they walked out of the gym together, Kuroo's arm wrapped comfortably around Kenma's shoulders, he felt a lightness in his heart. "You know, I'm really glad you're here," Kuroo said softly, looking down at Kenma.

Kenma glanced up, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Yeah, me too. Even if you are a dork."

Kuroo laughed, the sound bright and genuine. "Your dork, though."

"Yeah, yeah," Kenma replied, but his voice was softer now, a hint of warmth in his tone. "Let's get that ice cream, Kuroo."

As they stepped into the warm sunlight, side by side, everything felt just right. The world outside seemed brighter, filled with laughter and the promise of more adventures to come.

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