Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Man On The Moon

Kenma knew exactly what he was getting into when Kuroo called him early on Friday after classes, asking him if he wanted to come to a party he and Bokuto were throwing at the old, rundown barn outside of town.

He was convinced he was either possessed by some dark entity or Bokuto accidentally hexed him again, because there was no way in the seven hells that he would voluntarily say yes to anything Kuroo wanted him for, let alone a stupid supernatural party.

Now here he was, waiting outside the safety and air conditioning of his apartment for Kuroo and Bokuto to come pick him up for a party he didn't even remember saying yes to. He sighed, glancing up at the starry night sky through his hair. What did he do in a past life to deserve this? Kill a child, kick a puppy, steal things? It had to have been something horrible for him to receive this kind of backlash.

He was suddenly startled out of his musings by the sound of a distant, familiar car horn, and he grimaced. "Oh no..."

Kuroo whooped and hollered like a man on the warpath as his upper half hung dangerously low out the open window of Bokuto's car, his face only a few centimeters from the asphalt. The car turned into the parking lot with a screech that made Kenma's ears ring, and Kuroo let out a shriek of laughter.

The car veered sharply as it twisted precariously through the parking lot, Kuroo screaming and laughing like a madman all the while, before coming to an abrupt stop right in front of him. Kenma released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He stared incredulously down at Kuroo, who was still hanging out the car window.

"You are a fucking idiot, you know?" He said quietly, but firmly, as if he was a mother scolding her child.

Kuroo's head lolled for a minute or two as he giggled, trying to come down off his adrenaline, most likely among other things, high. After a few moments, his pupils finally returned to their narrow cat slits and focused on Kenma's own. "Yeah," he drawled. "I know, been giving you heart attacks since we were still kids."

"Hey, Kenma!"

Bokuto's head popped up above the roof on the driver's side, his smile beaming. "Didn't think Kuroo was serious when he said you said you were coming to this party!"

Kenma scowled as Kuroo barked out a laugh and Bokuto's smile morphed into a grin that could rival the sun. "Yeah," he mumbled under his breath. "I wouldn't think he was either..."

Kuroo just laughed, very obviously amused by Kenma's blatantly obvious disapproval. "Well come on then, Kenma. You getting in, unless you were planning on walking?"

Kenma's scowl deepened before he sighed, his anger and annoyance dissipating as quickly as it came. "No," he answered. "I'm not planning on walking."

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"Why the fuck," Kenma said blankly from the backseat, his voice so quiet he barely heard himself. "Is the grass on fire."

In the passenger seat, Kuroo wheezed, obviously very delighted at Kenma's reaction. Bokuto just grinned at Kenma through the rearview mirror.

The grass, although the sickly yellow brown color that meant it was dead already, was actually on fire, yellow-orange flames crackling softly not even two feet from where Bokuto had parked his car. The other party goers didn't seem at all bothered, still laughing and hollering about nothing in particular.

Bokuto stuck his upper half out the driver's side window and slammed his fist on the roof. "Akaashi," he yelled, drawing out Akaashi's name to get his attention. "Was it you, Yamamoto, or Hinata that set the grass on fire?"

Akaashi turned at the sound of Bokuto's voice, pulling away from his very heavy, and very public, make out session with Konoha for just a moment to answer. "I think it was both me and Hinata, Bokuto-san." He said loudly, his voice raw and breathless. "Konoha-san and Komi-san wanted me to spike the drinks with a spell and the sparks accidentally set the grass on fire. Hinata just got too excited and breathed fire everywhere."

Bokuto threw his head back and laughed, his hearty cackles bouncing around Kenma's skull. "Ah, that's my number one pupil alright! Thanks, Akaashi!

Akaashi didn't even bother to answer and just turned back around to Konoha, pushing him against the wall of the barn and resuming in sucking his face.

"Can I just go now?" Kenma muttered, annoyed by all the screaming and flashing lights that came from in and around the barn. "I don't even remember why I came here, we all know I don't like to be around--"

"Hey, Kuroo-san! Kuroo-san!"

Kenma froze. He hunched over in the backseat, hiding his face in his hands, already feeling heat bloom over his cheeks. It was him.

Yamamoto Taketora, one of Kuroo's friends, previous apprentice, and the only fucking person to ever make Kenma's face flush and his heart race.

He groaned into his jacket sleeves, wishing that the gods would just strike him down right now so he wouldn't have to deal with the inevitable fate that would come with being around the other witch.

If Yamamoto Taketora, the one person who Kenma has probably ever had these kinds of warm, romantic (ugh, he shuddered just thinking about it) feelings for, was at this party, and was going to be around him...

He was fucking screwed.