Set Us Up | 私たちを立てて | Kenma Kozume

| one x twenty |

Kenma didn't pay attention in class, he would stare out at nothing for minutes on end while you watched him, sometimes catching yourself staring and there was even the occasional moment when he'd look at you, his face lacking emotion though his golden eyes were shining from the light of the window beside him. He never minded when you got caught, he often bored holes into your face too.

The half empty notebook in front of him was sitting there mindlessly, practically asking to be ignored. He didn't touch it. The class was about to end and Kenma was already reaching the apex of his patience. He was restless, his fingers twitching for the game device that you had gotten a hold of. He knew that you knew he wanted it, he wanted to play the game that you had bought for him when you both when to the city together on the weekend but he had to wait until lunch time.

You'd smile each time your eyes caught him. Sitting a row behind behind, your desk being situated in the middle while his was near the wall. Your elbow rested on the table and your chin was on your palm, your fingers hiding the small smile that ceased to be wiped off of your face every time you reveled in the way his blonde hair would move, falling over in front of his eyes when he didn't bother moving it, occasionally sneaking an innocently adorable look at you as well as to the clock on the wall.

He'd catch the sight of you writing notes, appearing so wise yet so charming in a way that made Kenma grow breathless for a few seconds. He secretly adored watching you and he'd look away defiantly when you look up at him quickly to smirk his way.

The bell rang, Kenma tirelessly place this things away in his bag as you appeared by the side of his desk. You stood there, watching him again with a smile and he only looked when you hadn't spoken, "Let's go to the vending machine."

A smooth smile directed at Kenma subconsciously made him speed up, placing his things in his bag quicker so that he could get up and let you lead him out the class for lunch. He stuck close to you, his eyes slowly drifting to your hand that swung idly by your side and then to the playing device you kept securely in your pocket.

He didn't say anything, he just kept his head down while making sure that you never left his sight too. He didn't realise that you were also keeping an eye on him as well when you took him to the vending machine around the corner of the hall.

"Oh, there's Yamamoto and Fukunaga."

Kenma looked up at the sound of your voice again, looking at your stoic face for a moment before watching as the two said males appeared by the side of the vending machine, greeting Kenma in a rowdy manner that had him sneaking a closer step towards you as you fished the money from your pocket.

"KENMA!"

He almost swooped an arm around the setters shoulder though the latter dodged him swiftly, he found himself behind you as the money was placed in the machine and you pressed to buttons to watch a sweet bread fall out slowly. You leaned over to grab it and then used one arm to lead Kenma away to which he gladly followed.

"Don't be so loud, Yamamoto-san. Kenma, I'm going to the canteen - do you want to come?"

Fukunaga had followed when Yamomoto stilled against the side of the vending machine, he gaped and stared helplessly to his arm that had been dodged like the plague. He left Yamomoto to follow like a child, whining about Kenma's cold shoulder but stopped when the normally quiet wing-spiker spoke up, "Kenma-san... You don't have your playing device."

"[Name] was holding it for me.."

"Cause you wouldn't stop playing it before class. It would be worse if the teacher took it so you couldn't play for the rest of the day than just going without it for one period." You gave him a pointed look and he sighed defeatedly, halting after bumping into your shoulder when you stopped.

You observed the crowd at the cafeteria and Kenma also saw it, his shoulders sagging though you turned and spoke to Yamomoto and Fukunaga, "Stay with Kenma, I'm going to buy some food."

You left without hearing a reply and Yamamoto stuck by the wall as Kenma looked at you leave with a certain longing to have you back at his side, you disappeared in the crowd and then the hot-headed ace realised something and spoke aloud, "Didn't [Name] already get food from the vending machine? He better hurry up so we can find Kuroo."

Both boys were quiet, waiting for you to come back and when you did, you had something warm that heated your hands pleasantly as you smiled at the way Kenma's eyes visibly lit up when he caught sight of you, of what was in your hands.

Above your sweet bread, you held the food you had bought for Kenma and he took it gratefully, unwrapping it so he could nibble the crust of the mildly hot apple pie; his favourite.

"Waaah, [Name], why don't you ever buy food for us?!" The boy exploded, gaining attention in the hall when the four of your began walking again, Kenma caught sight of Kuroo at the other end of the hall, the black-haired captain smirked at the sight of Kenma and yourself walking so closely together as his other team members walked behind.

You only gave Yamamoto a look though he still whined, pouting at you, "I only wanted to get food for Kenma."

Your answer was short and sweet, like the apple pie Kenma found himself indulging in, Yamomoto looked at you without a reply but he still found himself glancing at Kenma and yourself as a collective, wondering why the setter was so close to your side that you were both touching - but completely okay with it, like you were totally comfortable.

It wasn't something he'd call weird per se, he along with his team had seen the close contact you had with Kenma and they knew it was partly because of the fact that Kuroo, Kenma and yourself went to the same middle school but it always looked as if Kenma and yourself were much closer than with Kuroo - in an intimate kind of way.

"Thank you... [Name]"

The obnoxiously loud ace almost stomped his feet, waving his hands towards himself desperately, "But why?! I want food as well, [Name]!" A growl almost coming from his mouth as he sneered at you.

"Kenma is special to me."

Kuroo finally approached them with Yaku and Kai, making conversation about practise this afternoon and Yamomoto was left to ponder what you said so easily that had the tiniest colour of pink appearing on his setters' cheeks.

this AU made me real excited and I need more bl in my life

thanks to my homie Hellite for reading over it on Quotev before I published, really grateful