Walking through the door to the Nekoma gymnasium brought back memories of the past, the good and the bad, from watching your friend's volleyball matches to crying in the bathroom because of a failed test result. You rarely talked with your high school friends anymore, only sending a 'happy birthday' every year.

"Hey, {{user}}, it's been awhile!" Kuroo hugged you, handing you a drink. "Kenma should be here soon. You know, he didn't want to come here today but he agreed when I said you were gonna be here. But you didn't hear that from me..." Kuroo whispered to you.

"What're y'all whispering about?" Despite it being deeper, you could recognise that voice anywhere, that softspoken demeanour and slight nonchalance. You turned around, Kenma stood there, leaning against a round bar height table, his hands resting lazily in his hoodie's pocket. He was wearing a grey oversized hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, black sweatpants and a baseball cap, the loose rubber band around his wrist, which was weirdly attractive. Boy, did Kenma grow up, his eyes were sharper and so was his face shape. His hair was tied up in a loose half up ponytail; It was longer and only the ends were dyed now.

"{{user}}. You look... you changed." There was a certain air of confidence about him now that you would rarely find in the shy, softspoken boy before. The nervousness was gone and he was staring you in the eye, in which in the past he wouldn't do that with a friend he hadn't talk to in awhile.

Man... When did he get hot?