Regrets and misunderstandings

"Hey, it's Yume! Leave a message after the beep--*BEEP*"

Kenma called again.

"Hey, it's Yume! Leave a message after the beep--*BEEP*"

And again.

"Hey, it's Yume! Leave a message after the beep--*BEEP*"

Fear coursed through his veins after what seemed like the 20th missed call. Kenma was at volleyball practice on a Saturday morning and he was doing horribly. His mind was divided between trying to concentrate on his tosses and unconsciously replaying the dreaded scene of his girlfriend walking away.

Coach Nekomata was getting impatient at his constant screw-ups; after all, Kenma rarely ever got distracted in volleyball. Although he did not particularly like or dislike the sport, he was good at his job as a setter. However, his recent blunders have left the Nekoma coach completely puzzled.

It was very un-Kenma of Kenma to be this distracted by something other than his games.

His teammates noticed, of course, and kept a close eye on him throughout practice. They noticed his spaced out looks and had to repeatedly warn him when he was about to bump into something during laps. During lunch break they had to snap him out of his depressed-like trance because he would suddenly stop eating.

It was very un-Kenma of Kenma to be this upset by something that he normally wouldn't even think about.

Kuroo, his childhood friend who had known him for years, didn't know what to do. Kuroo Tetsurō, the scheming captain, didn't know what to do.

In all his life knowing Kenma, he had never seen the pudding head this sensitive about something. Or rather, someone.

Dating anyone never seemed to have crossed the gamer's mind before, not until he met Yume, that is. She was a rather quirky girl and someone Kuroo had thought to be a total weirdo. But, hey, so was Kenma in other people's eyes.

They were a strange pair. An odd couple. But never had two people been more perfect for each other.

"Hey, it's Yume! Leave a message after the beep--*BEEP*"

So why wasn't she answering any of his calls?

"Is she mad at me..?" Kenma felt sick with apprehension at the thought as he stared at the phone in his hand. Fear, regret, and uncertainty, his heart pounded in his chest with these heavy emotions. "I need to stop thinking about it...and get my head in the game...or else coach will get mad..."

Kuroo watched him from a few feet away, concern etching his usual carefree expressions. Kenma had been too quiet today and if they didn't do something about it soon, their team is going to fall apart.

Forcing a smile to wipe away the worry on his face, the volleyball captain walked over to the bench where his best friend sat, observing him quietly while Kenma repeatedly tried to call his girlfriend in vain.

"Hey, Kenma, wanna go check out the store after practice?" The taller male piped up, trying to lighten the mood. "We can check out if any new games are--"

"No thanks." Kenma interrupted him.

The team looked at their setter like he grew a second head or something.

"Did Kenma just say no to video games?"

They glanced at one another, unsure how to get him to snap out of it. If games weren't going to work, then what would?

"Hey, it's Yume! Leave a message after the beep--*BEEP*"

Kuroo sighed.

After one more look at the pudding head's depressed face, Kuroo quickly snatched the mobile device from his setter's hands. Kenma flinched and, after staring at his empty hands for about a good minute, looked up and glared at his captain.

"Kuro..." He grumbled the nickname and tried to reach for his phone, but Kuroo held it up higher so that he couldn't reach. "Kuroo, give it back."

The ravenette slid the phone into his pocket, "No."

"Kuroo."

"You have to give it a rest, Kenma."

"But--"

"I get that you're feeling guilty about all this... But maybe you should give her some space."

"......"

"She's probably still upset if she's not answering any of your calls. Give her time. She'll come around."

"...But...what if she doesn't?...."

"She will eventually."

"But what IF?"

"Kenma," Kuroo grabbed him by the shoulders and lightly shook him. His dark eyes narrowed as he stared into Kenma's golden ones seriously. "You need to calm down. You're going to exhaust yourself if you keep this up."

Casting his eyes downward, Kenma stared at the floor, feeling defeated.

"...I didn't mean to get jealous at the two of you...." He mumbled sadly.

"I know." Kuroo smirked. "I'm surprised that you get jealous at all. You've been more expressive with your emotions ever since you started dating Yume."

"Shut up, Kuroo..." Kenma ducked his head lower as he tried to hide his blush with his long hair.

"Heh. Tell you what, tomorrow's Sunday. So..." Kuroo let go of Kenma's shoulders. "If it makes you feel any better, we can go visit Yume's house."

At the mention of his suggestion, Kenma's eyes lit up and Kuroo could have sworn he heard a choir of angels sing.

"We'll, uhh, bring flowers or something. Try to clear up the misunderstanding. Or, you know, explain about why you acted the way you did." Kuroo shrugged.

Kenma frowned, "Would she even want to see me?"

"Maybe?"

"I thought you said I should give her space. This plan of yours is the complete opposite, Kuroo..."

"Well what am I supposed to do? You were sulking!!"