Ready, Set.

Touch

Kenma was shocked when he saw the two boys in the bathroom. He'd went through his embarrassment, hoping they hadn't known, but Yama was quick to correct him. It was strange when Kuroo defended him, but it made Kenma feel less embarrassed.

"Come on, lets get food." Yama hopped off the counter, ah food. Kenma couldn't fight with them now, not after what they knew, but also he wasn't hungry, he hasn't been in awhile.

"Yeah, there's a Ramen place right up the street." Kuroo touched his back as he slid off the counter. Kenma almost leaned into it but caught himself, he didn't know Kuroo and he definitely didn't trust Kuroo. But that didn't stop his body from sending shivers down his legs.

"Okay." Kenma mumbled, sandwiched between two massive and broody boys he walked through the halls.

"Hey, put this on." Kuroo slipped off his maroon varsity jacket and wrapped it over kenmas shoulders.

"Yeah, they won't yell at you if they think you're on the team." Yama was smirking at Kuroo. Kenma felt so small in the blanket that was kuroos jacket. It was frustrating how good it smelled too.

"Why though?" He asked them, they just laughed and Yama wrapped an arm around kenmas shoulders.

"It's just how it works here. We're the reason this school can afford to be so extra with everything" Yama was bragging, beaming as if he'd single handedly paid for every renovation.

"They just think we're cute." Kuroo joked. Hearing him be light hearted was a nice change of pace, maybe that darkness was misplaced, maybe kenma wasn't as good at reading people as he thought.

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Seeing Kenma in my jacket was doing it for me, and later I knew I wouldn't forget it. He was small, but when I'd made the excuse to touch him twice today I could feel how muscular he actually was. And my jacket hung down to his mid thigh, the sleeves making his hands disappear. He'd stuck up his arms so they slid back and revealed his fingers then he grabbed the edge of the sleeve and put his hands in the pockets. I thought I'd seen him sniff the collar of the jacket and I panicked about the not so pleasant smell that might come from the jacket I'd worn all summer.

"What games do you play?" Yama asked, tapping the console in kenmas back pocket. Kenma turned his face up to Yama,

"Oh a little bit of everything, I enjoy the classics too." He shrugged and the neck of the jacket slid so I could see his collar. It had pulled his black sweater down too. Every ounce of this boy was setting me off and that was enough to piss me off.

Of course I'd had crushes before and of course I'd been a little too eager about them, but this. I couldn't control myself, I knew I was staring at him and I knew I'd get caught and then he'd freak out and never speak to me again. It was safer to just recruit him for the team and call him off limits but I knew he'd never be off limits. I knew given the chance I would ruin him and regret it.

"We're here," Yama said. Shit, I'd been watching him for this long, he'd surely noticed. How would I respond if he asked about it? How would I tell the team that we didn't have a setter because I was all googely eyes.

"Smells great." I said and walked in front of them, let Yama handle him. I needed to piss and punch a bathroom stall.

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Kuroo stormed off, suddenly mysterious again. Kenma didn't know why, he seemed alright on the walk here. He hadn't said much but he was paying attention to Kenma, watching him and Kenma had liked it.

Yama was blabbing about something but Kenma kept his eyes on the restroom doors where Kuroo had just disappeared.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Kenma said, and slid from the booth. What was he going to do when he got in there? It's not like kuroo needed help pissing. Yama just sighed and let Kenma go in behind kuroo.