Not Your Fault

Chapter One

It was just a day like any other. Why would it be different? I mean, they had just found out from Coach Nekomata that the Karasuno's male volleyball team and Nekoma's team would get together for a training camp. Late notice but did it really matter?

Not to the brains of the team, Kozume Kenma. He wasn't what you would call a socialite, he was barely an athletic person. He wouldn't be standing there in the gym if it wasn't for his best friend, and captain, Kuroo Tetsurō. He seemed to be a little too excited for the camp, not that Kozume would admit he noticed. He went back to focusing on the game, the one they were currently playing against each other. 

It was split in half so Kuroo Tetsurō, Kai Nobuyuki, Yaku Morisuke, Fukunaga Shōhei, and Kozume Kenma were team A; while, Yamamoto Taketora, Inuoka Sō, Teshiro Tamahiko, Haiba Lev, and Shibayama Yūki were team B.

Teshiro Tamahiko, their second setter, waited for the right moment before sending the ball to Yamamoto Taketora, wing spiker and second ace, to spike it straight down the middle. Lucky for team A, they had an amazing player.

Yaku Morisuke, their amazing libero, scooped the ball back up into the air and towards Kozume, who looked to the other side of the net, coming up with a plan. He looked to their ace, who happened to be their captain, and nodded. Kuroo started running from the back of the court and jumped as high as he could; Kozume taking a deep breath before setting it and sending it his way. The middle blockers on the other side of the court, who happened to be Inuoka Sō and Haiba Lev, stood in front of their captain and timed before jumping with their arms extended to block. Kuroo hit the ball as hard as he could with the palm of his hand, spiking it down through their hands.

Fukunaga Shōhei, a wing spiker, ran over and hit Kuroo on the back. "Nice one captain!" he praised before walking over to the two toned haired members of the team, patting his shoulder "Nice set Pudding head" he smiled at the nickname. Kenma had no reaction other than a small nod to say 'thanks'.

Haiba ended up falling backwards and landing straight on his butt. He groaned and looked up with amazement, admiring the person he aspired to be. "That's not fair!" he whined and stood up quickly, making Kuroo laugh.

"You just have to try harder Lev. You'll get there one day." he shook his head with a smile. "That's the end of practice today guys. It's the libero's day to clean the gym and pack up. So that means Yaku and Yūki." he was referring to Shibayama Yūki, their other libero. The two nodded and went to the net to start taking it down while the team went to the locker room to get changed.

Kozume looked down at his feet as he took off his gym shirt and started putting his school uniform back on. He reached into his locker to grab the navy blue vest and put the jacket on after, before going for his shorts. He subconsciously looked over at his best friend, his face heating up at the sight before him. Kuroo's normally messy bed hair was glistening with sweat, the sweat running down his bare chest and around every muscle and ab that was on his stomach and chest, his sinewy arms that were raised so he could get his shirt on, his thighs that were so physically built, the shorter male almost started drooling. Kuroo was a naturally built and fit person, it didn't take much to get that figure for him; yet it still had a huge impact on Kozume.

He didn't understand why his heartbeat became so loud and his palms became all sweaty, and why his face started heating up. He turned his head to look back into his locker, shaking it softly. So many odd images flooded his mind,  he bit his lip hoping they would go away. And just as fast as they came, they were gone. He sighed and took off his shoes and shorts, replacing them with his uniform pants and proper shoes.

Shutting his locker and getting his friends attention, Kozume packed his clothes to wash before sitting on the bench. Yamamoto Taketora, a wing spiker on their team, looked to the pudding head with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you okay Kozume? You're a bit red." He bent down and looked at their setter. Teshiro Tamahiko and Kai Nobuyuki, their vice captain and wing spiker, walked over and nodded, both males agreeing with the statement.

Kozume slowly lifted his head up at the mention of his last name, before letting his head hang so his hair covered his face. "I'm fine. The gym was just hot." he kept telling himself that's why he was acting so oddly at the sight of his friend. "And I've told you before, just call me Kenma.. Kozume is too formal.."

Each member nodded softly, only a few believing them. Yaku and Yūki finally walked in, talking about something, but kenma wasn't paying attention.  He reached into his navy blue bag and pulled out a light blue psp he loved so much. Turning it on and waiting, he looked back up at Kuroo and sighed quietly, and happily, seeing him fully dressed again. He looked at the door, seeing Kai, Yamamoto, and Shōhei walk out together, just chatting up a storm about a girl in a class they shared. Teshiro and Inuoka walked out a few minutes after, waving and saying goodbye. So it was just the five of them left; them being Yaku, Yūki, Lev, Kuroo, and Kenma. Yūki waved to his fellow libero and the rest before walking out.

Then there were four.

Kenma looked down at his screen, clicking on the first game that showed up in his most recent box. His face remained neutral as his hearing canceled out when his game began. He didn't see, nor hear, the conversation that had happened but in a split second, the half-Russian, half-Japanese, white haired male went flying across the locker room. He didn't have to look over to know that Yaku was the one that kicked him, it wasn't the first time and most definitely wouldn't be the last. Yaku shut his locker and walked over, grabbing the 6'5 foot middle blocker by the ear and dragging him out, Lev crying and begging for his life.

The locker room almost instantly got filled by Kuroo's hyena laugh that made Kenma cringe a bit, though he secretly kinda thought it was cute. He didn't look up, instead he slowly moved his joystick and controls in order to get his character past the current enemy. He spammed 'A' with his thumb as quickly as he could while moving his joystick so he would attack and take the least amount of damage. He brought his index left finger to the button up top to cast a barrier around himself to heal before pressing a few more times and finally defeating the boss. When he died, the NPC floated up into the air glowing before disappearing and dropping all kinds of treasure and experience. Kenma picked it all up then paused his game, looking up at the male in front of him with the same mono-toned expression.

"Are you finally done? You take forever." he sighed, saving the level before shutting off his game and putting it in his bag.

"I do not. You're just over dramatic." The raven haired male laughed and looked over at him "Let's get you home." Kuroo put his arm around Kenma's shoulders and led him out of the lockers. Once outside, He used the keys in his pocket to lock up the gym. "Let's go." he smiled, making Kenma nod.

(🥀1344 words. Lord Irene. Well- hope yall like this because i'm going to attempt to make this a slow burn :> good luck! Hope you enjoy it!! ~Mika🥀)