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You yawned to yourself, tying your hair up messily. It was brushed well, but you didn't feel like typing it up nicely. The school day went by pretty quickly, you didn't talk to anybody that day. You were cooped up in your club room the whole day, in your little corner writing with a dark aura surrounding you.

None of your club members dared approach you, not even F/N. You were angry, or sad, just really tired.

Well, can I tell you a secret? You really weren't.

You just were drained from so much social interaction, and since the game was coming up in a few days, plus you needed to interview people, you saved up all your pride and courage the whole day. I mean, who could blame you?

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With a small wince, you watched the boys eat. "You should slow down. You might choke." Hinata nodded rapidly, saying he understood and yet still kept eating just as fast. Kageyama let out a small oh, and nodded, actually eating slower.

You ate a bit of your own food, chewing slowly. Your cheeks grew hot and you stared down at the food in awe. 'Is this what heaven feels like?'

F/N almost choked down her own food, inhaling it so quickly it looked like it got sucked up by a vacuum. "This- is, so good!" She said with a mouth full of food.

"Ugh, don't talk with your mouth full." Tsukishima rolled his eyes, pushing F/N away. She glared, sticking her tongue out at him.

You covered your mouth, enjoying their interactions. 

"Don't stop eating! Force it down if you have to!" Noya interrupted, pointing at the two first years. He slid them another bowl of food.

"Are you going to eat that?! I'll take it!"

"No, Tadashi needs to eat his own dinner!"

You looked at the green boy, who looked like he was going to be sick. "Are you okay Tadashi? Do you feel sick?"

Did you have it bad for Tadashi? That's a question better left unanswered.

You leaned closer to him, putting your hand on his forehead, seeing it was growing hotter. "Oh no. Do you have a fever?!"

The boy's face heated up at the close proximity between you two, he could even feel your light breaths.

"I-I-I'm okay...!!!" He squeaked out. You were satisfied with that answer, patting his shoulder.

"If you say so."

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The day had finally come. The game. You and F/N were standing around the bus area, F/N rambling on about a guy she found online for you to try and go out with.

"And like, he's super hot... and he likes kids! He's basically perfect!"

She basically set you up on Tinder without you knowing.

You nodded in response. "Ah, he sounds nice. But I'm not looking for anything right now."

"Aww... He seemed really interested though!"

You raised a brow at her whiny response. As you both continued to talk, she showed you a picture of the guy. You had to admit, he was very attractive but just didn't seem like your type. Nekoma and Karasuno stood face-to-face as you both walked off the bus.

"Kenma-chan?! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!"

Your face went blank as you were dragged over by F/N. She was running at Kenma and probably would've tackled him if you hadn't pulled her back by her collar.

"Good afternoon, Kenma." You smiled at the boy. He nodded, sending you a ghost of a smile back. "How has your day been?"

"Okay. The weather is nice." He said quietly. You nodded in response to him. Even thought your conversations with him were incredibly short, you liked talking to him more than the regular person.

"KENMA, WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED?! I MISSED YO-" You covered F/N's mouth, her voice now muffled.

"Sorry about her." You shot her a glare.

"Whaaa?! Kenma, you know two g-g-girls?! The taller one is so hot and the smaller one is so cute?! What the heck?!"

A boy with a mohawk thing on his head said, tears appearing in his eyes.

"Hey, shu-" F/N started, but you clasped your hand on her mouth even tighter.

"Shhh, F/N. Good afternoon. I hope my friend hasn't been too loud to the point you would need to cover your ears. You see, she's naturally a bumbling idiot, and quite the clingy one in fact. If she's making too much noise, don't hesitate to just cover her mouth and tell her to shut up." You bowed down, grabbing the back of F/N's neck to make her do the same.

"SHE TALKS SO PROPER?!!"

Hinata appeared behind you, radiating a black aura. "Is he bothering you?!" You looked over to him. He was basically clinging to the back of your body.

"Hm? Oh, not really. It's fine, Shoyo-"

"You got a problem with our journalist, huh?!" Tanaka yelled at the boy, getting into a battle stance.

"J-Journalist?! That's not your manager?!"

"Nah, but leave our newspaper writer alone, city boy! She's ours!"

"Huh?!"

"You looking to rumble?! Eh, city boy?!"

"Uh, you guys are about to rumble. The game's just about to start. And stop saying city boy, nobody says that. Let Y/N and F/N do what they want." Sugawara said, annoyed.

Tanaka froze on the spot.

A boy behind the mohawk guy also looked annoyed. "Yamamoto please, could you stop picking fights? You're making a fool of yourself, leave the poor girls alone."

Yamamoto froze on the spot.

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"Hm? Oh yeah, that's our team idiot." Yaku said with a nervous smile, waving his hand dismissively. "Just ignore him."

"Oh, don't worry about ours too. He's embarrassing." They both laughed.

F/N clung to your arm, while you talked with Kenma. The boy replied in a full sentence each time you asked him something.

"Oh, Y/N?! You know Kenma too?!" Hinata asked in surprise.

You looked at the ginger. "We met a few months ago. F/N wanted the same game as him and they had a fight... but they made up, so it's okay."

"Hey, Kenma... where's Kuroo?" F/N asked quickly, looking around. Kuroo would always play around with you and tease her, making F/N despise him (she really didn't—she liked him).

"He's probably inside."

"Hm, okay, well how about we say hi?" You looked down at F/N who was now clinging to your waist protectively, as if he might appear at any second.

"Pfft, no. He can do whatever, we don't needa."

"If you say so." You shrugged.

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You sat down on a chair writing in your journal a few pointers you should ask the students at Nekoma. F/N looked over, her smile sort of widening. "Maybe you should ask one of them why that teacher here got fired so suddenly?"

"I thought it was obvious because he was interested in a student?"

"Hah?! I didn't know that?!" Her eyes widened in shock.

"Oh-uh... Nevermind." You got up and started to walk over to one of them. F/N stumbled behind you, trying to catch up.

You had previously asked their coach about it, and he accepted your offer as long as you weren't causing any trouble. "Now... which one do you think would be the most popular?"

"None, they all look like nerds." She scoffed.

"Fair point." You nodded, walking up to a shorter guy who was just a little taller than F/N. "Hello. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your school. L/N Y/N."

He looked a little startled. "Oh- sure. Yaku Morisuke."

"Okay, first question..."

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"And that's the last one." You sat up from the floor, lending him a hand to get up with an emotionless expression.

He quickly took your hand and stood up, the dust of pink on his cheeks. "Okay." It's awkward looking at her... she doesn't smile.

"I hope I didn't waste any of your time, Yaku." You took your pen out of his palm, brushing your fingertips against his hand, which made his cheeks flare up.

"Y... You didn't! It's all okay!"

"Mhm, well, I'll see you later." You walked away. F/N gave him an almost glare, making eye contact for a split second, then running after you, grabbing your hand in hers.

You sat down on a bench, starting to jot down things in your books, the largest points he gave. You summarized his point of view and got the answers you needed. "There."

"You got all that from just him?"

"Mhm, we chose the right one. He knew a lot." You pushed a bit of your hair over your shoulder.

Looking towards the game which was now about to commence, F/N leaned her head on the wall behind her, groaning to herself. "Ugh, does it take that long for it to start?"

"Well, they have to warm up so they don't get hurt while playing."

"Yeah, but it's sooooo boring!"

"Would you rather them get injured and not be able to play at all?"

"NO!"

"Then you deal with that," You flick her forehead, which makes her whine and rub the tender spot.

"Y/N-sama... you're so logical sometimes it makes me feel dumb..." She sniffled, starting to tear up ever so slightly. "You're starting to act like Kuroo-chan..."

A loud sneeze was heard over the court.

"What? Me? Pft, never." You snorted. "I'm nothing like that goof."

"You don't see it?! You're totally acting like him! Being all smarty... I want my cold Y/N-sama back!"

"I thought you didn't think I was cold?"

"WHAT?! YOU'RE PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH??!"

You started to snicker, then full-blown laugh at her whiny tone, eyes crinkled upwards and hand covering your mouth.

The sound of your laughter gained attention.

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"Woah, Y/N's laughing. That's something you don't see every day." Kuroo nudged his friend with his elbow, looking at you and your friend in surprise.

"You didn't notice? She's much less quiet." Kenma looked down, rubbing his arm in pain.

"You should take notes."

"You should take notes from her before self."

"What- Kenma, I'm not that loud."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

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"Let the practice match between Karasuno and Nekoma begin!"

"Thank you for the game!"

Kenma served.

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"They're so good...I'm kind of scared for our team." F/N leaned forward in her seat. "They're super fast..."

"Mhm, but don't forget about Kageyama and all that. They're pretty great too." You put a finger on your chin, writing a few notes in your journal.

Notes:

Kenma watches people's eyes closely. Very closely.
Yaku reacts really fast
Kenma is a pretty good strategist
Kenma, for some reason, has an interest in Hinata
Kenma wears contacts.

Most of them were about Kenma. Not just because you knew him better, but because he just had so many interesting quips about him.

"Huh? Y/N-sama, most of them are just about Kenma. Are you watching him that closely?!" She looked surprised.

"Huh? I was just observing him because he's more interesting." You brushed her hand away from your book.

"YOU FIND HIM INTERESTING?!" F/N yelled out, now shaking your shoulders. "Y/N-sama, do you have a crush on him?!"

"What?! Why do you always assume I like somebody when I pay attention to them?!"

"Answer the question!"

"No, I don't!"

She stopped, slumping down, and sighing. All of a sudden, Coach yelled for a time-out, making F/N jump up with your notebook and pen in her hand. "Kenma! I need to ask you something!"

"What?! F/N get back here!" You nearly growled, rushing after her with a glower.

You successfully grabbed her shirt collar and lifted her. She was unsurprisingly light. "Y/N-sama put me down! I just need to confirm something with Kenma-san!" She kicked her feet around and writhed.

"F/N. Drop it." You looked at her, your eyes connecting with hers. Your eyes looked icy cold. She felt a shiver go down her spine, and she dropped the journal to the page about the team instantly.

"Kenma wears contacts...? He does???" Kuroo looked at his friend in shock. "How did I not know that? How did she know that?"

He looked at you, hand on his chin.

"Hah? What about me, Y/N-chan? Don't I look cool on the court?" Kuroo struck a stupid pose. Your face went back into its cold, monotone state.

"No."

"So cold..." F/N commented, walking away while rubbing her arms.

"I apologise for her... and myself." You said slowly, bowing down slightly. Once again, you felt absolutely humiliated.

"Don't worry about it, girl." You could just feel his snicker and grin. "I'm sure Kenma doesn't mind either."

I hate you so much.

You looked over to the boy, who was looking at the floor, and his head turned away so you couldn't see his face. You picked up your journal which slid over to the other side, then walked back to F/N who was whistling almost innocently.

You raised an eyebrow, sitting down next to her and opening your book.

Notes:

Kenma watches people's eyes closely. Very closely.
Yaku reacts really fast
Kenma is a pretty good strategist
Kenma, for some reason, has an interest in Hinata
Kenma wears contacts.
u can look at me if u rlly want - k

You stared at the last note in confusion; it was obviously different—smaller and messier—handwriting. You turned your head and saw Kenma getting lectured by his coach. The quiet boy from the other side felt your confused gaze on him with a small smile.

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