Set Us Up | 私たちを立てて | Kenma Kozume

| three x twenty |

He stood on the court as you stayed on the side bench with Yūki Shibayama to keep you company. The phone beside you was put down after a short while when you found yourself getting bored on the internet when all you could find amusing were the old and stale memes. It was quiet on the bench but the court; which was only a few feet away, was louder when the players were yelling of the ball or yelling at each other.

They had split themselves into two teams to play and then they were spiking it to each other and so forth, Kuroo and Kenma performing different moves to perfect for future games as well like their personal time difference attack. Shibayama had seen you placing the phone down, he didn't say anything and you weren't bothered by it at all. You only observed the players and picked up a stray ball that came rolling to you when more were gotten from the cart.

You rolled the rough texture along your fingers, skimming your hands around the ball in your lap and noticed someone glaring at the person next to you, "Ne, Shibayama-san?"

He perked up at the sound of your voice, looking at you with wide eyes and you continued, "I think Yamamoto-san wants to talk to you?"

"Eh? Oh.."

"He keeps looking over here." You had raised a brow out of curiosity and Shibayama found himself stuttering when you looked back to Yamamoto when he was running, he jumped and spiked the ball and screamed in approval, proud of himself when he landed. He threw two arms in the air and turned around, "YOSHA! [Name], did you see that?!"

Kuroo found himself looking to his best friend beside him, the way Yamamoto had gotten Kenma's attention though the smaller setter only looked mildly disinterested, "Yeah, I saw, well done Yamamoto-san."

He yelled again and you smiled at his boisterous actions, looking to Shibayama when he had been watching as well, "You should go and play, go practise your setting." He did as he was told quickly and left your side with a short nod as you watched him leave. You readjusted your seat on the bench and spread your legs to make yourself comfortable when you leaned back with your hands behind you on the seat.

Kenma had a ball thrown at him.

He didn't see it and the ball hit his face pretty hard, there was an echoed sound of a deep slap that resonated in the gym and you flinched, your eyes immediately looking for the source of the sundown sound and you found that everyone had flinched, frozen when Kenma was cringing in pain and immense annoyance as the ball bounced away from him.

"Are you okay, Kenma?"

Kuroo was the first to ask and he huffed, looking away from everyone's eyes stubbornly and you were already on your feet. Yamamoto and Yaku were to busy scolding kicking Lev to notice the quick and light foot steps hitting the polished floor of the gym when you began jogging towards Kenma, a towel hanging around your shoulder that you had grabbed from Kuroo's bag on the floor.

"Kenma."

He heard you, looking at you immediately as he saw the towel as well, "Is it bleeding?"

He shook his head, a prominent frown covering his face when he refused to speak, two cheeks turning bright pink as embarrassment and imitation began to radiate from him. You had seen Lev's look of shock and then the look of regret, it was an accident and yet Yaku was forcing him to apologise to the precious setter, "Let me see."

He moved his face away from your hands as you both stood a foot apart, your hand reached for his face again, "Oi, stop being stubborn or else I won't give you your DS." You saw him hesitate, "I still have it, you know."

His shoulders visibly sagged and Kuroo grinned at the interaction before him, "Kenma can't say no to [Name]~" He spoke to himself out loud, allowing yourself and Inuoka to also hear, "Shut up, Kuroo."

You couldn't help smiling a little and then you noticed him slowly moving to you, moving his face to your outstretched hand, once he allowed you to look at his nose and his cheeks that were already turning red from the ball you spoke quietly, "I wish I didn't have to blackmail you so I can touch you, Kenma."

He heard you, speechless, he looked at your eyes as you slowly skimmed your fingers over his skin. His face was warm and his golden eyes were slowly widening when you offered him a small smile. It wasn't a normal smile that he adored though because this time it seemed a bit insecure or embarrassed. It didn't look natural and it made Kenma feel something that made him feel worse than a volleyball to the face.

"..'m sorry.."

"What was that?"

You watched his brows furrows, his nose squirm when his lips turned downwards, "I'm sorry, okay.." He looked defeated and you couldn't help smiling even more because of how cute the sight was. How tempted you were to simply lean forward and allow your lonely lips to meet his when he stood so close and so right there and seemingly vulnerable.

You only wanted to turn his frown to a smile but you stepped away to give him some space when Lev was behind you, "I'm so sorry~ Kenma! My aiming isn't so good, I promise it won't happen agai-"

"Damn right it won't! You're supposed to be practising receives!"

"I said I'm sorry, Yaku-san!" He whined again, turning to Yaku and the latter cringed angrily, kicking Lev on the leg as he swung around to yell, "Stop whining! Get back to practise."

Kuroo grew a smirk and Kenma already looked displeased with it, "Oya leave [Name] and Kenma alone." You look at him as well, raising a brow obliviously, "What are you getting at, scheming captain?"

He shook his head, his eyes finding Yamamoto's as he winked, making the ace of the team gape in silence.

For the rest of the practise, Kenma couldn't focus because of a temporary fear consisting of a volleyball coming out of nowhere to hit him in the face and because he didn't know how to make [Name] feel better again because of his salty attitude and now he just wanted a kiss.

As much as you wanted to kiss him before, he was yearning for it too and just as much.

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