The Introverted Kitten's First Date

Imagine a date, but it literally goes nothing like a normal date. Poof.

"Gotta say...that was mean," Kuroo muttered to Kenma as he put on his shoes. Kenma, Hinata, and Kuroo were the only ones still in the Nekoma team room.

"Huh?" Kenma turned his head around, putting on his team jersey while Hinata put on his. "What are you talking about?"

"Just leaving like that while everyone else argued," Kuroo sighed, standing up as he finished preparations. "You could've at least told someone that you two were leaving."

Hinata piped up, "But that would've meant that you guys just forced up to stay in the gym to support you guys...Kenma doesn't like all that noise, and I didn't want him to be uncomfortable."

Kuroo gulped. He wanted to hold some sort of saltiness or grudge towards either of the two boys, but no matter what way he looked at it, he sort of brought it upon himself to handle the situation.

He knew that the three of them were in it for their own reasons, but his were the most selfish. While he did want Kenma to be happy, he was mainly doing it to remain entertained.

The two of them? God, neither of them were even aware of how much they were trying to have their date be the one to enjoy it the most. It was almost sickening how in love they could be, at least to Kuroo.

"God, you two make it too hard to be angry at either of you," Kuroo sighed, his shoulders untensing. It was a weird thing to say, given how obvious it was to everyone else. It was well-known that Hinata was practically impossible to hate, even from someone as salty as Tsukishima or potentially Oikawa. Anyone who had come to know who Hinata was, even for a moment, outside of games, were practically sucked in. He was too friendly, and he couldn't hate a soul.

And for Kenma? Nobody could bring themselves to hate the shy boy. They knew pretty well, first off, that he was in a relationship with the resident ball of sunshine. Secondly, he never did anything that could make anyone angry. Other than making some good decisions during the game by catching the enemy off guard, they had to admit that his strategies were solid, made without considering emotions. It was just the tactical decision.

"And you make it too easy to get angry at you," Kenma smirked, not holding back his words. Of course, it was only banter between the two of them. Given how long they knew each other, it would be a shame if Kenma couldn't let loose on him from time to time, even if his few words that he did say were nothing compared to what he had thought of.

"So, when are you two going to go? There isn't too much time left for the training camp, and I doubt they'll just let you leave in the middle of practice."

"Oh, that's easy! I got Sawamura-San's permission to go as long as we leave by 7 and come back by midnight!" Hinata chirped, finally ready. He couldn't wait to keep playing volleyball.

"Why those times?" Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

"He figured that he wanted us to have a good amount of time to be together while not putting ourselves at risk at late night. Of course, he offered to give us some money, but you already gave us a bunch," Kenma explained, sighing.

He wasn't looking forward at all to setting to Lev. He actually thought about the possibility of purposely not spiking to him at any given moment, or purposely not synchronizing him just to get back at all those times he annoyed him.

Or the time with the cat.

Either one.

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A bounce.

Another bounce.

Tapping.

Humming.

Shaking.