Silence( Yandere Kenma Kozume x Reader)

Chapter 3

"Good games guys! You all did very well. Tomorrow same hour, same schedule! Don't forget." You encouraged putting the clipboard away and picking up some volleyballs off the floor.

You turned around and waved at some of the guys who were leaving earlier than most. You personally didn't really mind since you were the manager after all, but you wouldnt've minded if anyone would've asked to help you in cleaning the gym for the next day. It was a bit tiring to walk from left to right to pick up stray balls, but you knew that they were most likely more exhausted than you were.

"Omg! how do you want me to get up there and fetch that?! I'm not Lev!" You asked no one in particular as you noticed a stuck volleyball at the ceiling of the gym. You sighed, remembering the boys that lost 15 minutes of their time trying to get it down by throwing other balls at it earlier but unfortunately failed miserably. If they couldn't even take it down themselves, how did they expect you out of all people to do it?!?

You walked toards the ball rack and picked one up, already expecting your experiment to be a total fail.

You clumsily threw the ball up towards the ceiling but it came back down without even touching it. Too low. You threw it again. It hit the ceiling but not the ball. Not straight enough.

And again...too hard...

And again...to much to the left...

And again...too much to the right...

"Arghhh!!!I'm never bringing that ball down!! This is impossible!!" You yelled gripping tightly onto your hair in utter frustration. You couldn't do it anymore. It was just too much. They'll just have to explain it to the coach. That's it, that's all.

"Umm...are you okay?"

You quickly turned around embarrassed that someone saw your mental breakdown over a ball and probably made secretly fun of you or took a video to record your stupid fails or-...or maybe not?

"Kenma? What are you doing here? I thought everyone left a while ago? Did you forget something here? Cause if so then I didn't touch anything." You said, straightening your posture back, facing him. The blond had his phone out (expected from a video game addict) and hid behind the wall shyly as if scared of your sudden outburst. You must've frightened the poor guy with how loud you were yelling to yourself. 'Good job Y/N'.

"Uhh...well yeah, I came back to school since I forgot one of my notebooks in my class and heard yelling coming from the gym. I though that someone must've hurt themselves so I came to check up if everything was alright." Kenma mumbled, semingly clutching his phone tighter against his chest. He looked nervous. Anxious even. Normal after the show you just gave him.

"Well,no not exactly. I was just raging since I can't fucking get that goddamn ball off from the ceiling. And knowing that it's the only thing I have left to do, it makes me want to punch someone. You know what I mean? Probably not." You sighed turning back toards the source of all your life problems.

'Yeah... I know exactly how it feels.' Kenma thought, still watching you from the doorframe. Of course he didn't forget his stupid notebook at school it was just a last minute excuse as to why he was stalking you.

Kenma knew you were going to be cleaning the gym and that you were going to be all alone. He gave the same reason to Kuroo, telling him to continue on without him and left his  shocked best friend behind. Kuroo was confused as to why Kenma was such in a hurry but quickly dismissed the thought and resumed his path home.

Of course he knew you'd be there but he really didn't expect you to be yelling you're lungs off like that, though.

"Dude, how did you guys even get it stuck up there in the first place? Did anyone miss a serve or something?" Your angelic voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he watched as you slowly picked another ball up, determined to achieve your goal and hit that bitch.