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Kuroo's POV

Sunday turned to Monday before I even knew what happened, soon enough I found myself trudging through the halls of schools trying to avoid the mass of people and get to my class. My Sunday had been wasted doing school work and studying for some tests. I had planned to go see Kozume skate that night but I got lost in my work and before I knew if the rink was closed. I wonder if he's studious? Does he skate on school nights? Hopefully since practice was cancelled today, due to half the players getting sick from the harsh winter, I could go see him if I- this is normal, right?

My mind couldn't help think about what Suga and Oikawa said. I mean he's just a new friend, it's normal to want to see a friend. Contrary to popular belief I really only have two friends, Suga and Oikawa, so it's normal to want to make more. It doesn't mean I have a crush on him. I just enjoy watching him ice skate especially when he's really good, nothing weird about that.

Eventually I made it to my first hour class, which was painfully long and boring. I took my seat and listened to my teacher ramble on and on and ancient Japanese history, I couldn't think of anything more boring. My mind wondered often to the ice skating rink I hadn't even noticed till this weekend. More specifically the quiet boy who could be sort of mean but was really good at gliding across the ice. I replayed his many jumps and spins, of which I didn't know the names, each looked better then the last.

I thought back to the way he walked into the cafe Saturday morning, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. His face was slightly red from the cold weather and the look of shock from seeing me was rather funny. He made a similar face when he saw me again that night at the rink, although he looked slightly more annoyed. I would've loved to stay and watch him practice but he kicked me out after he tied his skates.

Soon enough the bell rang for... lunch? Did I really just spend hours thinking about a boy I'd just met? I-... this is normal. One hundred percent normal. People think about their friends all the time and even though Kozume didn't consider us friends I did.

I pushed my chair back, grabbed my things, and made my way towards the quiet lounge we ate at. We used to sit in the cafeteria but it was too loud and busy. I preferred the lounge though since it was quieter. I planned to take my normal way but as I approached the hallway I would go down there was a mass of people and shouting. Sounds like another fight, these happened rather often especially lately although I'm not sure why. I turned to take another hallway which would lead me to the same place.

However, on my slightly longer walk, as I surfed through the crowd of people I noticed something, or rather someone. A shorter boy, with pudding like hair kinda like Kozume's. That couldn't be him could it? My height gave me an advantage, I could easily see over the crowd and follow the boy to were he was heading. This may seem like borderline stalking but... no this is borderline stalking. Oh well, he already thinks I'm stalking him might as well commit to it.

He headed to a small corner of the library, I didn't know you could eat lunch in the library. However, he didn't eat lunch. Instead he sat down and pulled out a game console, tapping away on the screen seeming to forget about the break to eat. I slowly walked up to him but he was too entranced by the small device to notice.

"Kozume?" I question to make sure I was stalking the right pudding head. He sighed, paused his game, and lowered it to glare at me menacingly.

"Are you going to follow me everywhere I go?" He seemed genuinely annoyed but all I could do was laugh at his pouted face. He sighed and turned his attention back to the game in front of him. "It's Kenma." He whisper so quietly I barely heard it.

"Huh?"

"Call me Kenma."

"Wow taking our friendship to the next level!" I laughed, however, I was more confused than anything although I'd never show it. I mean I didn't even call Oikawa or Suga by there first names and I practically knew them my whole life.

"I don't like my last name." He sounded sort of sad or maybe embarrassed when he said it so I decided it was best to not pry. Instead I thought it'd be best if I changed the subject.

"Did you forget lunch?"

"No." His answer was bland and it was clear he didn't want to talk, I didn't really care though.

"Then why aren't you eating?" Usually everyone rushed to the cafeteria once the bell rang to eat and chat with friends.

"I'm busy." He didn't seem busy to me, unless those games were really that important to him.

"Why the library though, I mean you can't really talk to your friends in the library." It was true, once Suga and I came here to study and we got shushed every 5 seconds and eventually kicked out. It's a surprise Koz- Kenma and I are still here and without a single shush. He stayed silent and continued to stare at his device, did he not hear me? "Kenma?" I asked again trying to get his attention but his gaze didn't falter from the time consuming console. Wait does he not... "Do you not have anyone to sit with?" He scoffed a bit and turned away from me just slightly.

"What do you care?" And now I feel like an asshole. I tried to move on from the last name topic to make him more comfortable but it may have just bit me in the ass. Why didn't he have friends? I mean I suppose he was a bit cold, and he did push me away quite a bit but... I don't know I get the feeling this is all an act. At least partly.

"Wanna sit with my friends and I?" I tried to invite him but he just shook his head no and wouldn't even look at me. Did I make him that uncomfortable? Something about this situation made my chest hurt, was he that against me? "Can I sit with you then?"

"Don't feel like you need to pity me." He scoffed at me and again didn't even look at me when he spoke.

"I don't pity you." I mean I felt bad for him but I think I felt worse that he didn't like me, or didn't feel comfortable around me. I know we just met but usually everyone warmed up to me rather quickly, it's like he couldn't trust me or he didn't want to trust me.

Kenma's POV

I looked up at him for the first time in a while trying my best to scan his face. Was he lying? Was this a joke to him? Was I a joke to him? I tried to look for the answer in the way he looked, the way his eyes softened when he stared back at me, or the way he smiled just a bit trying to be comforting. The only answer I found was no, he didn't pity me, he wasn't lying, this wasn't a joke. He genuinely wanted to sit with me. Why though? I mean all he'd get out of it was a missed lunch and a one sided conversation. Plus the company would seem too foreign to me, I don't even speak to my aunt and uncle much at home.

"Fine." I sighed as I heard the game over sound play in the background. Great I died. His smile widened and he took a seat next to me, pulling over one of the chairs.

"What are you playing?" He asked leaning over to look at my console.

"Why do you care?" I mean he didn't have to sit here and make small talk with me too. I was completely fine with just sitting in silence. I heard his phone ding and he seemed to text back a quick reply before turning it off fully, almost like he was giving me his full attention.

"You seem to like it a lot so it must be good." His answers were so painfully honest it made me feel like throwing up, how could he just say what he meant like it was nothing. Was it that easy for him?

"Why do you care if I like it or not?"

"I mean we're friends I should know some of the things you like." Again with those painfully honest answers. And why did he consider us friends? We only talked like what, four times? Plus it was more of him talking while I half listened half tried to find a way to get him to leave me alone.

"We aren't friends." I stated plainly doing my best to conceal any emotions that may have leaked out with that sentence. Friends was another foreign topic to me, its not like I hadn't any before and I defiantly didn't have any now. Not that I minded of course, I may seem lonely but I could never be someone like Kuroo. Constantly surrounded by people, hundreds of conversations running past you, crowded parties and busy hallways, it just wasn't my thing.

In fact much the opposite. I preferred the quietness of the empty rink or my empty room, the soft sounds of my Switch buttons or my skates hitting the ice, the coldness from the rink and the warmth from my blank pile in the corner of my room. We're just two very different people, being friends would never work for us.

"Well can we try?" I was immediately about the respond with a harsh and cold no but I was cut off before I could even begin. "Before you say no-"

"How did you know I was gonna say no?"

"Because you're cold," I was really beginning to hate that stupid honest personality he had. "Anyways I think we'd make great friends."

"Why?" What about me makes him think I want to be friends? Is it my cold personality, or maybe the fact that I've been avoiding him at all costs? Which one of those screams hey I'm social let's be friends.

"You're interesting I want to get to know you, do I need more of a reason than that." God forget hate I despise his honest personality. I mean really it can't be that simply. Someone like him gets zero benefit out of being friends with someone like me, what's his angle? Did he need an errand boy or something?

"What's the real reason?" He looked slightly shocked from my question. "I mean there's no benefit to being my friend so why?" Now he looked very shocked as if what I asked what the most confusing thing in the world.

"Benefit? I mean we'd be friends and that's be fun, isn't that reward enough?"

"So then do you pity me?" I couldn't think of any other reason he'd ask to be my friend. Did he feel bad since I said I had none, someone like him couldn't possible understand that I enjoyed being alone. Well maybe enjoyed wasn't the right word, more like I was used to it and I was comfortable with it.

"Can't I just want to be your friend?" Could he be just a little less confusing. I didn't consider myself smart but usually I had an easy time reading people, this wasn't one of those times. He doesn't think about the self gain, he isn't pitting me, so why? Why would he want to be my friend?

"I just don't get it." I admitted defeated and hoped he'd just fill me in on his true intentions, rather than me guessing in the dark.

"People aren't friends for some kind of self reward, or at least most people aren't, and I don't pity you." He reassured me with a rather sad look in his eyes, I didn't like it much. "I just think you're cool. So what do you say?" Do I abandon all the principles I'd built up over the past 10 years of my life for one boy who wants to be my friend just because?

"Fine."

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