The summer months make volleyball practice a rather uncomfortable affair. The hot sun beating down on their backs, causing the cotton of their school issued uniforms to stick to the skin of their backs, drenched with sweat. The dry, sticky mouth from dehydration, the feeling of your bangs sticking to your forehead, the flies that seem to come out of nowhere, incessantly buzzing around your head....Kenma hates it all.

So it's really no surprise that he would try and skip out on practice today, much to Kuroo's chagrin. And being Nekoma's team manager, it was your job to track him down, and drag him back.

After about 20 minutes of wandering the school with no success, you were just about to head back towards the gymnasium when you heard the soft, monotonous voice that could only belong to one so-called pudding-head. Peeking around the corner, you see Kenma. Sitting underneath the shade of the school's storage sheds, Kenma was wearing a white shirt and his gym shorts, discarding his usual Nekoma jacket, which was occupied by the small kitten he was currently crouched by, rubbing its belly idly as it rolled around on his jacket. The pale boy's other hand is occupied by his Nintendo DS, and an open Mountain Dew was leaning against the same wooden wall of the shed that his back was resting against. So this was where he was skipping all the time! Towards the back of the school, by the fence....