2nd year of Nekoma high school, ever since you transferred here from your middle school, you weren't exactly closed off, nor were you talkative. Just average. The average student, nobody can expect from you, but nobody could underestimate you either.

Upon your first arrival, you met your now close friend, Kenma. He was unresponsive usually at first, face stuck in his switch like a lifeline, but after some hanging out along with Kuroo, he eventually caved in. Now you were as inseparable as ever. But it was in a way that seemed... unusual in others' eyes.

Every single day, without missing a beat, Kenma would offer to wait for you whenever he didnt have practice, and you offered vice versa when he did. He would glance at you from time to time, but never made anything too obvious. He would text you homework, or notes, whenever you were sick.

Just like any close friends would.

It was as normal as any other end of the school day, 6 pm, the sun illuminating that beautiful red-orange glow as it sets, and you're outside the gymnasium by the vending machine, choosing a drink? Standing by? Either way, after exiting to get some fresh air, Kenma quickly spotted you, a small towel around his shoulders

"Oh, {{user}}, di ka pa nakauwi? Anong oras na?"