You watched from the side as Hinata and Kageyama yell at each other, folding up the net. You sigh, a smile on your face.
"Are we done?" You ask Kiyoko, stretching out your arms.
"Yes. I'm going to collect up the water bottles, can you hold my notebook?" She asks. You nod, taking it happily. She gets up and walks over to the third years. You smile happily to yourself, getting up from the bench. Just as you do so, you feel a ball by your foot. You bend down, picking it up. You held the notebook under one arm, the other holding the volleyball up like a waiter. You bounce it lightly in your palm as your eyes scan for the ball basket.

"They must've put it away." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to which you assumed was the supply closet. Chatting caught your attention as you got in close proximity of the cupboard, and one of the voices you identified as Tanaka's. You slowed down you steps, wondering if it was a Nekoma member in there with him. You reach the entrance and quickly spot the basket and drop the ball inside and try to make a get away. Tanaka was speaking with the Mohawk guy and you didn't like the stares he was giving you earlier.
"There she's is!" Tanaka's sudden shouting made you jump, and you look over your shoulder to see both second years staring at you. You immediately become embarrassed. You turn to face then with flushed cheeks as you brush back your hair.

"Erm, yes?" You speak hesitantly. The Tanaka lookalike had a frazzled look as Tanaka pats his shoulder.

"Introduce yourself!" Tanaka grins.

"Oh, er." You turn to face the Mohawk boy. "I'm (Full name), it's nice to meet you Senpai." You say softly, feeling your heart in your throat. You stand up straight again and stare meekly at them. The Nekoma splutters over 'Senpai', and you let out an unsure smile. He was just like Tanaka, in more ways than one.

"I'm Yamamoto Taketora!" He replies. Tanaka grins as he pats the boys shoulder.

"I'll see you on the bus." He tells you. You hum in reply before turning, only to bump into a chest.

"Oh, hi Tsukishima-San." You greet him, craning your neck in order to make eye contact with the boy. "What you doing?" He glances down at you.

"Don't apologize then." He rolls his eyes before walking away. You smile before following after him.

"Well done in the match." You praise as you catch up to him. "I think you guys did pretty well considering."

"We lost." He answers shortly. You shrug.

"Yeah, but anyone could of seen that coming."

"You have so much faith in us." His lip turns in to a crude sort of smile.

"So totally." You say sarcastically before you hear yelling. It was Hinata and a Nekoma member. You and Tsukishima stop to listen as they jumped around and shout out random words.

"What the heck are they talking about?" Tsukishima mutters.

"I have absolutely no idea." You squint at the boys, your nose scrunching up. "I think... I think it's the sound of volleyball, maybe?" You look up to him. That's when you jump at the appearance of a lanky cat.

"They don't sound like high schoolers." Kuuro said. "But you on the other hand," he looks at Tsukishima, "maybe you should go a little crazy, like a high schooler." Tsukishima then walks off.

"I'm not good at that sort of thing." He said. You laugh through your nose. 'We can tell.' Was your mental reply.

"Ah, youth." Kuuro sighs. You give Kuuro a weird smile.

"You say that like you aren't a high schooler." You perk a brow up at him. He grins in reply.

"Maybe I'm not." He sings. You chuckle. "So Sweet cheeks, you not going to follow after your boyfriend?" You tilt your head, a questionable noise coming out from your throat.

"Who now?"

"Glasses?"

"I'm not dating him." You deadpan.

"My bad." He apologizes, but the look on his face didn't look apologetic. You stare down at the floor for a moment, mulling over what you wanted to say next.

"Thanks for yesterday." You say quietly, still not looking him in the eye.

"No problem, sweet cheeks." He grins. You scowl at him.

"My name is (Full name)." You say offhandedly, still not understanding the nickname.

"I know." He smirks. You laugh out your nose before you quieten down to hear light footsteps. Your head snaps behind you as you stare at the direction of the noise with alert eyes. Your cheeks set aflame the moment you look at the boy, his expression startled from your sudden movement.

"Kenma. This is that girl, (F/n)-chan." He introduces you. You send a panicked look at Kuroo. He just used your first name, and he was talking about you? Did this boy realize how rude that was? I mean, you didn't particularly care... could he read that from you? Maybe so, as you weren't that bothered by the sweet cheeks thing, but what if one day he did the same to someone else and they punched him?! Oh god, then he-- STAY ON TASK, GIRL!

"And this is Kenma." He pats the pudding head's shoulder. The boy stares down at the court, his foot prodding at the floor. He peers up at you, looking as uncomfortable as you. "You met the other day."

"Yeah... hi." You greet, your fingers fluttering in a wave. Kenma nods in reply. "Is nice to meet you, but I have too- Is that Link?" Your mind did a 180 the moment you saw his phone case, a blond boy wearing green clothing, a shield in one hand and a large sword in the other. "O-oh I'm sorry! That was a bit... sorry." Your face turns dark red as you apologize.

"So you like games?" Kuroo grins. "Wouldn't of guessed that. Kenma plays all sorts of games of his phone. What about you?" Kenma sends Kuroo a panicked look, wondering why he was telling all this to a stranger.

"I'm more of a PlayStation person, or Xbox." You point out. "I only have about two games on my phone, and that's Zelda and an-" you cut yourself off. No way you'd tell them you play otome game. They'd think you're just like every other girl... but then again does Jumin Han is gay?

"Kenma-san," you grab the boy's attention, "what games do you have?" He hesitantly makes eye contact with you, and you force out your employee aura as to seem more approachable.

"I play fantasy games..." he seemed to force that out. Kuroo looks at you.

"Your team is heading out." He points.

"Thanks." You turn your body to face the door. "See you later... maybe." You do a little hand salute.

"Why are you saying bye for? We're walking out with you." Kuroo chuckles at you. You immediately tense up and stop walking as Kuroo and Kenma walk beside you.

"Oh..." was your awkward reply. You stood on the end, Kuroo in the middle as Kenma took out his phone.

"(F/n)-chan, this is getting on my nerves." Kuroo combs his hand through his hair. You panic internally, feeling like a deer in headlights. "I swear I've seen you before."

"She's the delivery girl," Kenma speaks up. You flinch, staring at him blankly.

"What? Really? How come you didn't tell me this?" Kuroo chuckles.

"I only visit the school once a year." You reply timidly, hoping that was what Kenma meant.

"Oya oya?" Kuroo had a shit eating grin on his face as he stared over to Kenma. Kenma immediately turns away, not looking at either of you. You smile at them, enjoy watching them communicate. "Just in case you have time, Kenma's gamer name is 'applepi', lower case a-p-p-l-e-p-i." Kenma sends a glare to Kuroo. The third year smiles innocently as he quickly runs off to speak with Daichi.

"So you like math, Kenma-san?" You ask him. What else could you do? It would seem awkward to leave.

"Not really." He answers shortly. Okay, that was even more awkward. You sweat drop, but keep up the smile.

"How about volleyball?"

"It's fine."

"Oh... but surely it's been fun before?" Kenma sends you a look, not understanding. "Like, you've once experienced great excitement, you couldn't work out the odds for once and you were on par with another team. Your heart gets fast," you begin to get off track as you stare up at the sky, "and you get frustrated because you're not sure if you're gonna fail or win for once. And then you do. And it's over. That excitement of the unknown is gone and you didn't realize you could feel something so thrilling until it was gone." Then you rub your neck, your voice becoming quiet. "You know, something like that." You clear your throat. You peek at him from the corner of your eye. He was looking at you, his phone being held loosely in his hand as his eyes scanned you. "I hope I can make you feel like that." You smile, closing your eyes. You open them to a red pudding cup with a bewildered expression. You rethink your words, squint until you panic and wave around your arms. "I mean we! The team! N-not m-me! I wasn't implying--!"

"Kenma!" Hinata cuts you off as he jumps over. Kenma turns to face him, an impassive look on his face.

"Shouyo." Kenma greets.

"When we talked on the road the other day, you said you didn't particularly like volleyball." Hinata begins, funnily enough about the same subject you were just on.

"Oh, yeah." Kenma nods.

"How did it feel to win today?" Hinata asks. Kenma hums in thought, looking away.

"Sort of... normal." It was silent for a moment.

"The next time, we'll make you guys desperate. We'll win, and... we'll make you say, "I'm mad," or "That was fun," instead of just, "sort of"." Hinata yells. Kenma looked surprised for a moment before looking at you who stood awkwardly beside him. He then smiles and looks back to Hinata.

"Okay. I look forward to it."

"Hey (S/n)-chan, I bet you thought I didn't notice you there?!" Hinata grins proudly. You chuckle, a smile on your face.

"Of course not Hinata. I knew you'd notice when Satoru wasn't around." You said.

"Yeah, Kenma. (S/n)-chan has a twin brother. Isn't that cool? They can speak at the same time and everything?!" Hinata smiles broadly.

"It's nothing that special Hinata. I'm sure you're like that with your sister."

"But Natsu isn't my twin." Hinata asks before jumping back, pointing a finger at you. "How'd you know about Natsu? Did you read my mind?"

"N-no I didn't. Keep your voice down!" You hush him, noticing a few people look your way. "Your mum and Natsu visited the store at the beginning of the year. I got them to pick you the orange knee pads." You inform him.

"Really?" Hinata slaps his hands onto the side of his face. "I love them! Normally Natsu gets me pink things but this time they were orange! You have really good taste." He grins.

"It was just the case of narrowing down the teams really. No need to get so worked up."

"Kenma." Hinata grabs his attention, just as the boy began to walk away. "Can we share emails?"

God, that boy was too confident for his own good.

||| Time Skip |||

You laid back in your giant bean bag, the game controller in your hands as you play online, gathering up XP for the new armor you wanted. And that's when you saw it. An avatar with a name that struck through you like lightning. You quickly press the home button, pausing your character as you slam your cheeks and squeal. That couldn't be him, right?
You go back to the game and re-read the name just to be sure. It was spelled the same way. Kuroo didn't say any numbers either.

They were exactly the same.

Timidly, you go back to the home screen and click on the button that read "friends". The list was empty except for a few friends of Satoru's. You bit your lip, rolling it between your teeth as you click onto the search engine. You type in the name with shaky fingers, then with a gulp you press enter. The torturous loading signal appeared on screen until it showed a result of seven other gamers, but only one didn't have any numbers. You clicked on it, feeling your chest get tight as you read over the profile. Looking over to the door, hearing Satoru cleaning up the plates still from dinner and Mimiki's screams as she watched the television, you look back to the game screen. You had three choices.

Click the exit button and forget about this altogether.

Befriend him and it to turn out to be someone else.

Or send the request and become game best friends with the boy.

You contemplate your choice and closing your eyes you press the green x. You sigh dramatically, leaning back into the bean bag allowing your head to loll back as the home screen music played softly in the back ground.

"It's nothing to get worked up about... just someone to play with. Yeah. To be less lonely online." You tell yourself. "Or he'll think you're a creep for stalking him and block you and ignore you for the rest of your life." Your face slackens as you sit up straight, your eyes widening. "What have I done?!" You jump up and grab your hair, panic consuming you.

"He'll think your a weirdo and talk about you to his friend. He'll say "That's the girl who thought she could be my friend"! Oh what in the holy hell did I think I was doing? I can't take it back now! I can't un-request him! Fuck!" You screech as you finally fall to your knees, your skin getting hot. "I'm a dishonor to my family. I've brought dishonor on them, dishonor to me, dishonor to my cow. Now I have to fight the Huns and save china!" You shake your hands, flopping them around.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." You chant to yourself. Then a ping stops your devil worshiping as you strain your neck to read the notification in the top right corner.

applepi has accepted your friend request

"... I'm a retard. That means apple pie."