Haikyuu! Striking Thoughts

Worth

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Short. Skinny. The pudding headed boy was never athletic. Some people are born in this world having, possessing impressive innate talent somewhere within them already, but not Kenma. He made friends with only one person throughout his childhood, avoiding the rest of the people as much as he could since then. Kuroo's the one who stuck with him, slams his bedroom door open once he wanted to play with him, even going as far as bugging him to join the volleyball club in their middle school. That was how the boy is introduced to the sport. It's fun, but never great. Fun, but never a thing that can spark interest in him unlike a game console does. Kuroo believed that the catlike boy is in for something special. Something great. With his observation skills, he could make up for his lack of athleticism and he always make sure to tell Kenma that. Kenma felt quitting  every once in awhile because he's just not aware of his worth. Kuroo could enumerate everything special about him if he's given a chance. "So that's Nekoma's setter?," that's what fellow athletes always say first. Quick to judge, so to speak for Kozume's scrawny, lanky and unfitting upon first sight. "He's not just our setter," Tetsurou would pipe in, looking at them dead in the eyes. "He is our spine, our brain, our heart." He'd brush past by them, walking over to Kenma with a faint smile dancing on his lips. Golden slits of eyes will smile back at him. And my everything.