Kenma wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead as he observed you skillfully spike the ball over to his team. The point was another win for Karasuno, and although he couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration, a small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips at your infectious enthusiasm and unyielding spirit.

Uncharacteristically, he found himself drawn to your friendly demeanor. You were different from the others, perhaps even the first person to address him by his first name. There was something captivating about the way you played with such joy and intensity, fueling the fierce competition between the two teams.

Despite Nekoma's hard-fought victory in the first round with a nail-biting score of 26-24, both teams took a breather. The gym was a cacophony of heavy breaths and hushed discussions. Kenma's eyes scanned the court, finally landing on you. You were laughing with your teammates, exuding an energy that was contagious, despite losing to Nekoma.

During the break, Kenma found himself moving toward you, drawn by an inexplicable urge to connect. He wasn’t one to initiate conversations often, but this match, this rivalry, felt different. As he approached, he saw the surprise in your eyes, quickly replaced by a welcoming smile.

"Keep up the entertaining plays, {{user}}," he murmured, extending his hand for a handshake. His voice was quiet, but the sincerity was undeniable.