Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into

Well, ToraKen is one of my otps, and this was an idea that had been swirling around in my head for over three weeks, took me about that long to finish this oneshot as well, but I finished it so bleh. The song used in this fic is called "A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into" from the musical, Be More Chill.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this oneshot and please let me know what you think!!!!

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Say there's this person you pass in the hall every day

Kenma isn't exactly surprised that he sees him everyday, they are in the same year, so even if they don't share a class, they are bound to run across each other sometime in the hall. Yamamoto Taketora is as loud going to classes as he is doing anything else, always thundering down the hall with his friends not far behind, the whole lot of them shouting and hollering like they were primary schoolers instead of high schoolers. Kenma cringes at the very sight of it, trying to ignore the warmth pooling deep in his stomach.

You've known him since seventh grade

They met in the beginning of first year, sharing a single class. He sat in the back row, along with his friends, rowdy back then as he was today. Kenma sat near the middle, having learned from personal experience that if you sat in the middle of a classroom that the teachers would be less likely to pick on you to answer a question. 

You're used to thinking about him in a certain way

From the persona that he displayed

Yamamoto Taketora was loud. And annoying. He was a spitfire for sure, with fiery eyes and an even worse temper. Kenma hated him. He was always preaching about pride, about being your own man, about fighting tooth and nail to get what you want in life. As if Kenma was actually going to do any of that. Kenma wasn't some kind of outcast in a church support group. He didn't want or need what Yamamoto called "help."

Then something changes, and he changes

Nearing the end of their first year, Yamamoto changed.

He was still a spitfire, still as hot blooded and hotheaded as he was in the beginning, still yelling and screaming when he was angry or excited. But he wasn't the same Yamamoto Taketora that Kenma had met the first time. He was different.

He was quieter around Kenma, no longer urging him to break from his shell. Sometimes Kenma would walk by him and his friends, and he would cut himself off midway through whatever he had been ranting about that day, waiting only until Kenma had passed them before speaking again. He would smile at Kenma now, his mouth stretched into a wide grin instead of the snarl or grimace he had greeted him with in the past. He had changed.

From a guy that you'd never be into

Into a guy that you'd kinda be into

From a guy that I'd never be into

Into a guy that I'd kinda be into

Kenma tried to deny it, he really did. But Yamamoto Taketora was not making it easy. Yamamoto would smile at him, and Kenma's stomach would flutter with thousands of butterflies, insistent in making themselves known. Yamamoto would laugh at something or another, his deep chuckle echoing no matter where he was, and Kenma's heart would swell with a warm, happy feeling. By the end of their first year, Kenma couldn't deny it anymore.

Is he worth it?

Kuroo (as much as Kenma tried to hide his feelings from him, Kuroo, with his damn perceptiveness, ending up finding out anyway) insisted he let Yamamoto know, that being in love meant taking risks. Kenma didn't hesitate to point out that Kuroo had taken exactly two years to get together with Yaku, and even then, Kuroo's confession had technically been on accident.

Fukunaga just told him that Yamamoto was indeed worth it, although his supposed "words of wisdom" were not said without their usual puzzle-like strangeness that had Kenma having to use his brain more than he wanted just to figure out what Fukunaga meant.

But Kenma appreciated their support nonetheless.

Jeremy?

Is he?