-A Little Help- (KuroKen)

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-Slight mention of eating disorder/mention of self harm-

(Kenmas POV)

"So, do you play volleyball?" With my anxiety pretty much settled I was able to answer the boy.

"I've never tried." I looked down at my psp and continued to tap the buttons on the screen. I felt embarrassed. The boy, Kuroo, made it sound as if volleyball was something everyone knew. Would he think I was strange for not playing it? Would he call me a freak? Why did he come over here in the first place? Did he just want to ask me that? I expected him to laugh at me or belittle me in some way for not playing this game that he treated like something special.

"Want to play with me? I can teach you if you want." I paused my game and looked up at the boy. What about me screamed athletics and why was he putting in such an effort to talk to somebody like me? I thought back to what my mom had said earlier, you should try to make some friends this time Ken. This was an opportunity I suppose. I knew if my mom found out I was invited to hangout and denied she would be mad at me and possibly take away my games. Plus this doesn't seem too bad, right? I mean he's okay with me not talking much so maybe I can do this. At least one day won't hurt.

(Kuroos POV)

My new friend looked at me but made no effort to answer my question. He does that often I'm beginning to learn. It's strange but I assume he's just shy. I don't hate it though it gives me a second to think and take a closer look at the boy. He was very pale and thin and now that I saw him up close I could see just how small he really was. His arms look like they would snap if a strong gust of wind blew. I wonder if doing a sport is a good idea? His hair was dark brown and went down to the end of his face, I wonder why he keeps it long? I can't talk though my hair isn't any better.

"Sure." I was honestly shocked he agreed to play with me at all. He didn't seem like the outdoorsy type. I mean I don't know him, maybe he is and is just shy around new people. I can't blame him, compared to him I must seem like a giant, I'd be nervous too.

"Great! I'll wait in the front of my house for you to get changed! Meet me there when you're ready." I ran off to sit by the curb in the front of my house as I heard the boy shuffle inside. Oh shit. I forgot to ask his name. Oh well, I'll have to wait for him to come out to ask.

I waited, sitting on the curb with a volleyball, it only took about five minutes for the boy to come out. He had on a pair of sneakers, some baggy grey shorts and a blue hoodie. Strange to wear a hoodie in the summer but I figured it wasn't my place to ask about it. He had his hair pulled back into a tiny bun and I'm not gonna lie it was kinda cute. When he approached me I stood up and began to lead him to a park nearby, he walked besides me but mostly kept his head down. "I forgot to ask you, what's your name?"

"Kozume Kenma. Everyone just calls me Kenma though." He kept his gaze at the ground not looking up at me to talk. His voice was also quiet but loud enough for me to understand what he was saying. I wondered if it was really okay for me to call him by his first name when we had just met but considering he said everyone did, and I didn't wanna make him uncomfortable by asking about it, I'll just go along with it.

"Okay Kenma! There's a volleyball net at the park nearby so we can practice. Do you know what the positions are?" He shook his head no continuing to avoid my gaze. Kenma really was shy, I wonder how I'm gonna get him out of his shell? Judging by his height he wasn't going to be a blocker, he also didn't seem like the type to be a spiker either. He was quiet and reserved and I could tell that he's mostly in his head a lot. I'm assuming he relies more on brains than bronzes. Maybe a setter. He could make a good control tower if he uses his brain to best his opponents.