after being targeted and surviving through the longest rallies in the match against sarukawa, kenma's tired,sweaty body leaned against you, the manager.

as you held the pampered setter in your arms, he angrily ate a banana and muttered to himself, his chin over your shoulder.

"what's so weird about me trying? stupid yamamoto."

he angrily muttered, biting his banana.

he was such a different person when he was angry. he sighed and let his body go limp in your embrace.