Sacred Hearts|Kuroo Tetsurou

Chapter Sixteen

SURPRISE UPDATE!

Why, you ask?

Because I'm a nice person. 

:)

My alternate identity: DON'T FALL FOR IT SHE'S THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE AND YOU ALL WILL HATE HER BECA-

Me: *stuffs her back inside*

Now then, lets start!

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Kenma hesitated outside class 3-6, the honors class. Hayami had texted him as Mystic to come here and meet her. But he could distinctly hear voices inside. Rumors would start if he went inside and asked to talk privately to a senpai.

He especially couldn't go there because Kuroo himself was in that class. Yaku was in class 3-5, a rank lower. But that didn't mean that the libero wasn't smart. 

The door opened and Hayami stood there, not even surprised. "You really came, hm?"

"You did tell me to come to your class." he stated.

She closed the door softly behind her. "Lets talk on the roof?"

Kenma followed her through the empty halls. Oddly enough, Kenma's class and hers were the only ones who had a free period at the time. It was perfect. No one would even discover them talking privately if they somehow stumbled their way upstairs.

A breeze of summer air blew towards them as Hayami opened the door. Outside, she kept a cool facade but internally she had no idea how to start. Kenma was equally expressionless and she had no idea if her were angry at her or not. Heck, she'd be angry too if someone did that to her but she really couldn't bring herself to care.

She was here to make sure Kenma didn't tell any authorities or friends. She really wasn't in the mood to care about other's feelings at the moment. 

He eyed her wearily. "Are you glaring at me?"

"No?"

"You're irritated."

"Yeah."

Then the two of them went into an undisturbed silence. Kenma was silently gazing at the view, waiting for her to start speaking. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he wanted to know.

Hayami let out a sigh, running her hand through her brown unruly hair. "Mystic is my code name on the internet. I use it to do hacking, obviously. I do small jobs sometimes, here and there but am relatively unknown. I'm not a hot shot hacker, not until our Principal at least. The police are on my ass and well, I don't know what else to tell you. Ask questions and I guess I'll answer."

Kenma turned to finally look at her. She was avoiding eye contact with him, staring down at the class who was currently playing soccer. The girls were in a circle, playing dodge-ball. The laughter reached up to their ears. 

She was nervous, clearly so and wasn't trying to show anything.

"Why did you hack into our group?" He finally asked.

Her face slightly contorted into a frown, but went away quickly. "You guys added me first. Akira has my hacker number, as does Akane. They are my closest friends and I think he gave Kuroo the wrong number by mistake. There's only a difference of a single digit in both numbers. It wouldn't have happened if that stupid rat-cat asked me for my own number instead of Akira.." 

Kenma barely heard the last sentence but he was pretty sure she called Kuroo a rat-cat. What type of an insult is that? He'd have to ask her sometime later.