Volleyball bird (Haikyuu ships)

KuroKen

Kenma was never one for romance. Give him a video game or a volleyball and he'll be fine, but everything related to emotions was far beyond him. This new emotion he had discovered was not in his dictionary, something that confused the setter a whole lot. He didn't know if what he was feeling was strong friendship or love, maybe it was plain lust?

At first his idea was to ignore the heavy ache that grew in his chest whenever his best friend was talking to a girl. Or the feeling of his heart throb heavily against his chest when his skin accidentally came in contact with his crush.

It was difficult. And unfortunately this emotion grew more and more every time he met his best friend. He would never mention this in fear of destroying their already perfect friendship. He would never ask any unnecessary questions that could put their relationship in jeopardy. This was a rule he had made to himself years ago, and he had decided to keep it.

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The feeling of his school locker beneath his palm unsettled the young boy. It was warm, unusually warm. Or maybe he was just colder than normal. He shock his head back and forth as he ignored the thought and deemed it unnecessary. It was probably nothing.

He walked slowly to the gym heading for volleyball practice. The young boy played a new game he had just downloaded on his phone, which resulted in him dumping into quite a few students on the way.

The sound of gym shoes squeaking rose the closer he got. The door was already open, so he casually walked inside without looking up from the game he was currently playing.

"Kenma, Give me a toss!" Someone shouted. He didn't have to turn toward the source of the sound to know who it was. He sighed in frustration and sat his phone down onto the bench. His gaze moved toward the volleyball court. There stood Yaku, Inuoka, Lev, Taketora and... Kuroo. Everyone was looking at him, expecting him to come over and practice with them.

Lev wore a huge grin and nodded, hoping he could spike a ball that Kenma had tossed for him. Yaku kicked Lev and told him to concentrate. Inuoka smiled genuinely, completely opposite from Taketora who wore a frown. He was probably angry at Kenma for disturbing their practice. Lastly, there was Kuroo, who grinned and gave him the thumbs up. His hair was as spiky as usual. He grinned in a way that made people think he knew their secrets.

Kenma nodded back to them and walked forward without hurry. He guess he could practice with them, even if Taketora was shooting daggers at him with his scary gaze.

After only seven minutes, the setter felt nauseous and dizzy. He stopped thinking for a second and stared at the ground. The room was spinning and rotating. A cold chill ran through him.

His mind returned when the volleyball hit the top of his head. He immediately looked up and saw his teammates look at him with confused stares.

"Kenma, are you not feeling well?" Yaku asked and walked forward to stand in front of the setter. He didn't respond, only shrugged. He was feeling unusually warm today. As if a sun had inhabited his head. His gaze travelled to the floor once again. He wanted to continue the game he was playing on his phone, he was getting to the good part.

A cold hand came in contact with his forehead, again dragging him out of his thoughts. He looked up and came eye to eye with a certain raven haired boy. Apparently Yaku had been pushed to the side by Kuroo.

As Kenma stared into his narrowed golden brown eyes, his heart was palpitating and his cheeks heated more and more with every second passing. The hand on his forehead moved slightly. "Your face is unusually flushed, maybe you have a fever?" The captain asked and tilted his head to the side.