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“Are you ready?”

“Not really.”

“Hm, understandable.
But you know that it's the right
decision not to wait any longer.”

Kenma nodded softly in agreement
as he followed his boyfriend inside
the gym, hands buried deep inside
the pockets of his jacket to hide
how much they were trembling.

“And you really don't want
me to come with you?”

“No, I have to do this alone.
It's still practice for you
so go change, okay?”

Kuroo nodded but instead of
going upstairs to the changing rooms,
he stopped to turn to his boyfriend.

“It's okay if you only tell the coach
today and go home after that,
you know that, right?
I'm not going to say or do anything
if you don't want me to and I
don't want you to stress yourself
so much, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Great.”

And with that the ravenette only
placed a soft kiss on the blonde's
forehead before he made
his way upstairs.

What was the worst
that could happen?

Kenma remembered that
Shouyou had once told him to
just think of the scariest thing
that had ever happened to him
and he'd already feel much better.

It was true, he had already told
his parents and they had more or
less come to terms with it, there
had been nothing scarier
than telling them.

And unlike his parents Kenma didn't
depend on coach Nekomata as much.

Still he respected the
elderly man a lot.

Going to him to tell him that he'd
give up on volleyball because he
had accidentally gotten pregnant
didn't feel good at all.

He knew that the coach had big
expectations for him and he wasn't
part of the main team for nothing.

Telling the coach was the first step
of letting the whole world know
about part of him he himself hadn't
even fully accepted yet.

It was a matter of time until the
whole team would know, no matter
if he told them today too or not.

Even if he wasn't really close with
most of them, he still didn't want
to hear those judging words and
crumble under these judging eyes.

“Kenma.
I was waiting for you
to come to me.”

Coach Nekomata sat on the bench
and patted the free seat beside him
when he noticed the pudding
head in the doorway.

“Yeah, I.. I wanted to talk
to you about something.
I think it's time to..

Return these.”

Kenma avoided the coach's eyes as
he handed him the neatly folded
uniform and training jacket.

“You're leaving the volleyball club?”