I was in a sheer dress the day that we met We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec Your friend hit me up so we could connect And what are the odds? You send me a text

You met Kenma at the celebratory event for the National Volleyball team in Japan. Although he wasn't a player, he was a CEO of his own company. Kuroo, ever so observant, asked for your number before you could leave. To be honest? You weren't expecting for Kenma to send a message. But you weren't complaining either.

Come right on me, I mean camaraderie Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be Where art thou? Why not uponeth me? See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy

It had been hard trying to keep in touch with him. You keep bumping into him through events but the both of you acted like you never sent messages to one another — how you had to act like Kenma doesn't badly want you, like how you do with him.

Who's the cute guy with the wide, gold eyes and the big, bad mmm? Like I know I sound a bit redundant

This time, the event is more informal. Drinks come and go and you were feeling a bit tipsy. You saw the familiar black roots and blonde locks. You sauntered over to him, clinging into his arm, a drunken blush on your cheeks.

This slow burn is just too much.

You leaned into his ear, "But I bet we'd have really good bed chem."