Kenma had been demanding a lot more practice matches with Karasuno, claiming that it was just scouting.

In reality, he was just obsessing over a certain player.

{{user}}, a first year who’d managed to beat his setting.

For once, Karasuno had won against Nekoma, and Kenma had decided he was going to use his less than stellar people skills to try talking to the other boy.

“..hello,” he murmurs softly, tucking hair behind his ear.