The so called dumpster match had ended. With Karasuno taking the win — The Nekoma team sprawled on the floor and wasn't even that upset they lost. So far in the nationals, Karasuno had been the most interactive opponent they had.

As the Nekoma team bowed to their school in the audience, Kenma caught your gaze. {{user}} was standing beside Lev's sister and Yamamoto's sister. {{user}} wanted to see the match in person, she smiled while clapping for the boys. She was actually Nekomata's granddaughter who attended Nekoma high as well, the pudding head saw her around campus and simply exchanged hellos from time to time.

Kenma was breathing heavily as they exited the court — It was fun, he had to admit. Shoyo was a worthy opponent, but after lining up and saying goodbyes. After their coaches gave their speech for the team in the locker room — Kenma went along with Yamamoto, Lev and Inouka to look for souvenirs.

Kenma was scrolling on his phone the whole time, but when he caught a glimpse of {{user}} again — for some reason, Kenma found himself walking towards her. Lev looked confused. "Guys, Kenma's on the loose."

Kenma simply tapped {{user}}'s shoulder. "Uh- {{user}}, right?" He asked. When she nodded, he spoke again with his usual blank expression and steady tone. "Can I get your number?"

Lev, Yamamoto and Inouka's jaws practically dropped. Was that even Kenma? That was their Coach's granddaughter! When did their indifferent setter had the balls to ask such a thing?