"I knew I'd find you here.."

Kenma took a seat beside you on the ground as you sat by the side of the soccer pitch, there were a group a people on the pitch playing with a ball and tackling each other but your mind was only half focused on them. It was lunch time and you had left the class in order to be alone. You didn't know why but you just felt anxious for some reason. You didn't want to worry Kenma but you guess that you had already done so without even realising. You wanted to punch yourself in the head for making him show you that somber face.

So you turned and gave him a small smile, reaching a hand over slowly as if unsure of what he would do but sighed in relief when he put his smaller, bony hand in your own. Grabbing onto you much tighter than you thought he would.

"You always know where to find me, babe."

He didn't look away from you, those gorgeous, golden eyes looked over your face for a few seconds before looking down to the grass in front of him, "what happened with that girl?"

Your smile fell to a line along your lips and then you clicked your tongue, "why're you bringing that up?" But in your mind you were wondering how he even knew about that. Had he been watching? Or had he heard from someone else?

"Are you worried?"

You heard a huff come from his lips and you couldn't help smirking, as if already knowing what he was thinking, "of course not," you answered your own question, knowing that you spoke for the both of you, "you're my end all-be all, baby~" His cheeks turned a soft pink and he forced his head to look down so his hair would cover the side of his face. He didn't know how you could say something so embarrassing but you were also right, "I know.."

"You know?"

You couldn't help it, it was like everything you had been previously thinking so hard about just seemed like nothing now. You grinned and leaned into the boy, making him tilt a bit before sitting back up straight beside you, "I love you, Kenma."

"I love you too."

Your hand tightened around his, raising it quickly to plant your lips on the back of his hand before he could pull away from the sudden movement, "do you remember when I confessed to you?"

"You mean when I confessed to you." His words were almost muffled, pouting, you watched him raise his knees to the front of his chest so he could rest his chin there, still holding your hand between the two of you.

"Yeah, well," your voice held a snobby edge to it, "I was going to, but you beat me to it."

He looked towards you, unable to look away for long, and you caught the smile along his lips, "are you mad about that?"

"How could I be mad about that!" You wailed and looked up to the sky like you were in despair, wanting to be annoyed but ultimately recalling the memory to be one of the best you've had. Apart from all the times the two of you laid in bed together, clothed or not, "I'm not mad, it just annoyed me. You were so sneaky!"

"I wanted to do it way before you did. I just didn't know it yet."

He caught the smugness in your eyes, "Kuroo helped out, didn't he?"

"I already knew you and Kuroo were different, but I didn't really get how until Kuroo mentioned it... it pissed me off."

You laughed, freely and loud. Kenma rubbed his thumb along your hand, he had missed the sound.

"I bet it did, he loves messing with you."

A silence hung between the two of you, it was comfortable and peaceful. But there was still something on Kenma's mind and he didn't want to avoid it, he couldn't brush it under the rub when he knew you had been troubled to the point of texting him late and with a single word, to the point that you didn't even speak to him until lunch the next day.

"What was with that text, from last night?"

Exhaling deeply, your chest had rose and sunk but you were kind of grateful that your boyfriend brought it up. You didn't know when you should've and you didn't know why it made you nervous when it concerned the boy who knew you more than anyone.

"It's stupid... I'm stupid."

Eyes flicking over to him, you watched with wide eyes, unable to breathe a few seconds when you felt tiny lips on your hand, your hand that was darker and larger than his. He placed his lips upon your skin, so soft and light that it felt like a dream. He watched, slightly surprised and feeling accomplished when your cheeks burned red, "Ke-Kenma-"

"I like stupid."

"Kenma!" You raised your legs to placed your things resting in front of your chest, moving a little as if you had to go to the bathroom, "God, I.. I-I wanna fuck you really bad right now, I can't believe this, how are you so cute and handsome. I'm so lucky."

"Wha-! [N-[Name]."

You watched his face start to mirror yours, bright blush and wide, shocked eyes that you couldn't help grinning at from the embarrassment that made you chuckle, feeling so warm and fuzzy inside, almost uncomfortable by the firmness between your legs, feeling that heat deep in your gut.

"Sorry~" You whined in despair and tensed your thighs together, "Urgh, you gotta warn me before you do something like that."

His voice was monotone, "I did the same thing you did." But his face was clearly shaken. You took a second and then barely recovered, focusing back on the main topic at hand.

"I just felt, I don't know... shocked? When you said you wanted to play more with the other guys and I- I mean it's not a bad thing!" You hurriedly ensured he didn't get the wrong idea, eager to let him know that you'd never stop him from doing anything he wanted, or talking to anyone he was friends with.

"I just.. you told me I could head home if I wanted and I just... got salty about it, I don't know what my deal was.. so I wasn't upset with you," he didn't take his gaze from you, "I was annoyed with myself.. by how I reacted."

"You were... jealous?"

Taking your gaze from him, you thought about what you had been feeling while on the way home, alone and then in your bed when you couldn't stop rolling in your bed. The restlessness and the way you seemed to have no patience for anything, like a little brat.

"Huh.. I guess I was."

You hadn't really felt that before... if you were being honest.

"Hinata... He makes me feel, I don't know.. excited to play sometimes.. he's good at volleyball and he's fast and he always surprises me.. he always challenges me, so I wanted to play a bit more.."

Your shoulders sank with the weight disappearing, beaming at him when you let go of his hand softly so you could shuffle closer to his side and wrap your arm around his shoulders, "Hearing you say that makes me happy, Kenma."

"You're okay now, then?"

"Huh?" He didn't see the grin, but he could just hear it in your voice, "I'm always okay with you, my perfect, little baby. My cute sunshine, my adorable, tiny gameboy, my-"

"Stop."

"-and when I got home, my mum was worried that I was there so early, I bet she's gonna ask me all about what happened between us when I get home toda-"

School had ended and the clubs were beginning, you were walking with Kenma albeit a bit late because you needed to fill up on your Kenma-meter properly as you had been deprived of him from yesterday to this morning. Even now, walking into the gym, you had your arm around his shoulders and you kept him close to your body, Kenma's DS in his hand but it was turned off.

"[Name]!" The yell made you stop, looking to the sound to see Yamamoto stomping his way over to you, "Do you know how worried Kenma was this morning?!"

"Huh? You're not even in his class, what would you know?" Raising a single brow, your smirk seemed to aggravate the ace as he fired back, "I was with him before class! Our setter could barely sit still, always lookin' around for you! How dare you worry him like that!"

"Ehh~?" Yamamoto watched, eyes slowly widening when you turned to the setter and took your arm from his shoulders to lightly cup his face, pinching his cheeks for a second before holding him like a delicate flower, "is that true? Was the Kozume-sama worried about lil' ole me?!" You pulled a face of mock despair, your eyes wide in mirth and Kenma, internally felt his blood bubbling with annoyance, stared you straight in the eyes, glaring fiercely.

"Let go, idiot."

"[Name]-kun.. are you okay?"

"Hm?" This time, Fukunaga had approached the three of you, his eyes downturned with worry, "Of course, Kenma and I are fi-"

"No.. uh.. I mean, you haven't heard?"

Kuroo walked in, Yaku beside him and the two paused upon the serious atmosphere, watching your eyes dim with curiousness and slight worry as a result of the somber concern on your classmates' face.

"There's some uh.. rumours going around about you..."

I was gonna put a lil flashback of how their confession went but I had to cut it because I got too confused with all the lil plot points I have lol sorry~

you'll see it later ;)

hope you enjoy! xo