The next morning you were up before Kenma, that was nothing new. You had grabbed the clothes from the floor and changed out of your pyjamas that you had left in a draw of your clothes and then grabbed his own clothes to throw them on the end of the bed. You didn't hesitate to rip open the curtains as Kenma shuffled in the bed, covering his face with a low grown.

"Rise and shine, baby~ It's time to get up!" You couldn't help laugh to yourself when he glared and you grabbed your bag to leave around the corner before he noticed you poke your head in the room again, "No but seriously, we both slept in and there's a high chance we'll miss the train."

Arriving at Nekoma, the bell had just gone and Kenma hurried in front of you so he wasn't late. He only wanted to hurry so his classmates wouldn't watch him as he walked in, having to tell the teacher why he was late. You didn't mind as much and walked with a smile as you watched him.

A couple of minutes after everyone was in class, the door finally slid open and you walked in as you glanced at Kenma when he was already sitting with his book out, you smirked and looked at the teacher quickly, "Sorry I'm late, Sensei."

She gave you a condescending shake of the head before letting you do to your seat and you did so, following the lesson as you also began wondering why Kuroo hadn't been at the station when you were. Why hadn't you seen him all morning?

Class passed by as usual and during the breaks, you didn't hesitate to go to Kenma's desk as he shuffled his books away to get things for his next class, "Hey, you alright there?"

He looked at you, distorted and then he looked down to see the light scribbles he'd done over his books. Clicking his tongue, he shut them annoyed and refused to look at you again when you grabbed a chair near you to put it in front of his desk, "Kenma, you're tired?"

"Mhm." He didn't answer, merely humming to himself though by the way he found trouble in keeping his eyes open, you couldn't help smiling at him adoringly, "So cute.."

He glanced at you now, golden eyes narrowing before you quickly filled in the silence to change the conversation when Kenma yawned, again; you knew because you'd seen it happen during class - not that you were watching him that much,

"hey, did you see Kuroo this morning?" Your boyfriend shook his head, sighing in irritation at nothing really, just at the fact that he was really tired, and you carried on, "I thought he'd be on the train or something, maybe he took an earlier one?"

"Yeah, maybe that's because someone didn't wake up earlier." He spat and you smiled, grinning shamelessly after recalling the events of last night, how fresh the memories were. "You wouldn't have woken up at all if I didn't get up, maybe we should do what we did last night on the weekends instead of school nights, right?" He caught you winking at him and flushed bright red, turning away when he answered incoherently as it was muffled behind the palm of his hand.

The bell rang, it was the last class before lunch break so you returned to your desk until someone came to your class, Taketora ripped the door open and chuckled nervously at the teachers glare whereas both Kenma and yourself watched him oddly, "Ahh.. Sorry Sensei, we need to [M/Name] to come to the nurse's office." He rubbed the back of his mohawk and you stood up, unsurely and left with the teachers approval.

"The nurse? Why would she need to see me?"

"The nurse? O-Oh! No, that was a lie."

You raised a brow at the ace and stopped in the hall when you were initially heading to the place you thought you had to be, "Then why am I here, Taketora?"

He bit his lip, without looking at you and laughed as if trying to ease the tension when you didn't look away from him, watching him like a stern teacher, "H-hey, Kenma will lend you his notes, right? It's fine!"

"It's usually the other way around, he isn't going to be happy with this." This intrigued the other second year when he smirked and replied coyly, "sounds like you've both got a nice thing goin' on, aye?"

He smirked and you raised a single brow, really confused as to what was happening and why you were skipping class for this, "Did you take me out of class for this? You know we have a science test tomorrow, right?"

His eyes blew wide, "That's tomorrow?!"

He stopped and both of his arms raised so that he could place his palms together, as if he was praying, "Yeah... was there anything else you needed?"

This time he looked more apprehensive but he appeared eager too. He looked at both sides of the hall and as you mentally questioned what was going on, you did the same in bewilderment, then he finally looked at you, eyes wide and bright when he opened his mouth, without being able to hide his sneaky grin, "All this talk about Kenma makes me think you like him, eh?"

You opened your mouth, he saw the way your eyebrows furrowed and almost stopped but he actually kept going, his mouth moving before he could even think about it, "I mean, you're always buying him food and only him, and-and you always walk to and from school together and I mean you guys are like, practically attached by the hip!"

You found yourself backtracking, bad memories that had been repressed were resurfacing and you looked away to avoid glaring at your friend who was only questioning the things he saw. It was harmless, you knew it and Taketora didn't think anything off it until you almost tripped backwards on your own feet, "H-hey you alright?"

He sounded honestly confused and he was completely unaware of the mental anguish that you had forced yourself to forget but it didn't stop him for being a genuine friend, nothing would, really,

"I-I uhh, I gotta go. I'm sorry."

You turned away, feeling humiliated and stupid for letting his harmless queries get to you because you knew it was completely different to middle school but it didn't mean the scars you had gained from there weren't hurting. They hurt, but not as much as the times you'd gained them in your old school.

Lunchtime came around and Kenma hadn't seen you since you left class with Taketora. He had left his things behind along with yours to leave the class with a mission on his mind, his first location was the infirmary where he opened the door without a care to see the nurse snap her head up at the noise, she smiled and asked him, "Kenma, are you not feeling well."

He turned pink, "N-no, I'm fine." He closed the door and left quickly, his head down low until he noticed Taketora and Fukunaga talking to each other on their way to the cafeteria. Kenma noticed how Taketora had been looking around with a worried look upon his face, to this, Kenma narrowed his eyes but paused at the sound of someone's voice,

"Kenma, what's up?"

Kuroo was there, Kenma waited until he caught up but it had also caught the attention of the two other second years when they turned around. At the sight of Kenma, the boy with the mohawk brightened and sped up to his setter, asking him loudly about your whereabouts before he'd even reached the smaller boy,

"[M/Name]? I was looking for you to ask where he was."

"Wait, what's wrong with [M/Name]?" Kuroo asked with a raised brow, it didn't help that Kenma had become increasingly worried about you as well which made the captain question curiously,

Kenma looked at his teammate to answer and he almost looked guilty, "Look, I asked him to come out of class to ask him stuff and I-I think I made him upset, I-" he noticed the glare Kenma gave him with is dark, yellow eyes, "I'm sorry, Kenma!"

"What'd you ask him?" Fukunaga questioned him, looking up at the ace in wonder as no one else spoke, all wondering the same thing, Taketora shuffled nervously and then huffed, "I asked him how he felt about you.." He gestured to the boy standing before him, glaring with a frown, to his words, Kenma's frown deepened and he clicked his tongue while Kuroo couldn't help chuckling dryly, "It's not that bad, Ken-"

"You don't know, Kuro."

The raven-haired boy looked down at his best friend, his smile faltering a little, "Don't know what?"

"What happened to [M/Name] in middle school!" Kuroo flinched, realising he made a mistake and he sighed, "Dammit, Taketora." The latter frowned more, he didn't know what to say other than to apologise but that wouldn't do much because he knew Kenma just wanted to make sure you were alright,

"Wh-what do you feel for him, Kenma?" Fukunaga couldn't help it, he knew it wasn't the right time but he wouldn't lie and say he wasn't curious about this as well. It made Kenma sigh, he looked down as if to help him think more clearly and then turned away but he stopped and turned back to Fukunaga, without looking at the ace who had driven you away.

"..-none of your business."

Kenma arrived at the only spot he figured you'd be. Whenever you weren't bored enough to leave the class and the school building altogether, you'd be outside by the soccer field outside of the fence of the pitch. Kenma found you staring at the players and ripping apart flowers from the ground. Once you noticed him, you couldn't help smiling.

Kenma was practically your antidote.

He saw how you moved your legs from the way they were crossed together and you spread them apart, patting the grass in front of you so he could sit with you. He did so, quietly and you were a little surprised that he actually sat where you wanted him to,

"I thought you'd sit beside me like you normally do with that stubborn blush." You snickered and he frowned, "Why're you pretending you're okay?"

You stopped and your hand faltered on the grass beside you but you still leaned forward to rest your forehead on the back of Kenma's neck, "You know?"

"Taketora's an idiot, you don't nee-"

"It wasn't his fault, Kenma. He didn't know." Cutting in, you gently laid a kiss on his warm skin above his white collar and he shuddered, "I know... I'm just annoyed. Boys are trash."

"Some boys are, Kuroo isn't right? And the team as well. What about Hinata, too? Karasuno are cool, I like 'em." He didn't reply and you sighed, "I promise it's fine, Taketora just brought up some memories I didn't want, It's my faul-"

Kenma cut you off quickly, "Don't say it's your fault, idiot." He didn't look at you and you smiled at the back of his head, leaning back with your arms resting behind you on the grass. You couldn't help feeling pride swell in your chest because of your second year boyfriend, "You're right, no one is at fault. He was just asking me what I thought of you an-"

"What?"

"We really have to stop cutting each other off, Kenma-chan." He looked to the side and you took note of the deep blush covering his cheeks, up to his ears when you grinned boyishly at the adorable sight, "What's up~?"

He mumbled but as his face was turned to the side, you heard him and revelled in the sound of his small, cute voice that barely made it to your ears,

"Fukunaga asked me how I felt about you... and Taketora kept apologising."

"Oh..."

A small grin made it's way to your face and you thought you had figured out what was happening but you needed more clues. You guessed Kuroo probably knew what was going on too but Kenma wouldn't know unless you told him directly. It was funny, though. Maybe you'd keep it to yourself for a little while longer.