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KENMA KOZUME

”Melting”

Kenma doesn’t understand love.

He never has. He never will.

He has never understood what people meant when they explained butterflies in their stomach. 

He loves video games. But that’s not the same.

He doesn’t understand love… or he didn’t, not until you.

As you sit next to him, fidgeting with the second controller to his Playstation 5, he can’t help but sneak glances at you. You’re playing Call of Duty with him, clearly having no idea what you’re doing. 

It doesn’t even irritate him. It doesn’t annoy him. All he can notice is how pretty you are and how good you smell. How much he loves you.

The two of you are dating, a year today. It’s your anniversary and you chose to play video games with him, instead of asking to go out. You chose to do what he likes over what you like.

It’s so admirable. You’re so admirable.

He’s never said it, neither have you. Those three words haven’t left either of your mouths, mainly because he explained to you that it took him a while to fall in love. You respected him enough to hold in your love for him, so you wouldn’t freak him out. 

And he’s realizing it now. How much he loves you. How much you make him melt. 

He’s so focused on how much he adores you to realize he’s been staring. He dies in the game, a loud sound leaving the TV. He doesn’t even flinch, his eyes still so closely looking you over.

You giggle and he snaps back to reality. His cheeks go pink, his face feels warm. For the first time in his life, he’s blushing. 

“I’m better than you!” You giggle, smiling at him and pointing at the TV. 

You have more kills and less deaths. You seem so proud of yourself. It’s cute, he thinks. 

“I love you,” he blurts out, not even processing what he said before it’s already escaped his lips.

You freeze. He freezes. 

“…I love you,” he mumbles again, as if to confirm that he really meant it.

“I love you too,” a small smile curls onto your lips. 

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SHOYO HINATA

“The Perfect Pair”

You two are the perfect pair.

Everyone thinks so. Your friends. His friends. Anyone who has watched you two interact. Hell, even Kageyama has said it… even if it was meant as an insult.

He’s like the sun and you’re like a flower. A very vibrant flower. You’re both so outgoing. So energetic. So optimistic. It’s almost unbearable to be around.

You go to his practices, cheering from the sidelines quite loudly. You two are like puppies, only louder and more hyper when you’re together. 

When one of you are upset, the other is as well. It doesn’t happen often, but it does today.

For some reason, his energy is absolutely drained today—probably from the math test he just had. 

You sit in the bleachers, also feeling weirdly drained. You watch as he lazily stretches, looking all gloomy. The way he’s acting draws eyes to you, as if to ask you what’s wrong with the orange-haired boy. When they saw the slight frown on your face, they immediately go back to minding their own business.

When he gets done stretching, he walks over to you, plopping down next to you on the bleachers. He leans his head on your shoulder, an unrecognizable emotion on his face. 

“…do you think we’re too alike?” He suddenly whispers, pouting.

“Huh?” You immediately respond, shocked at his question.

“Someone told me we’re too alike, so we won’t last long.” He mumbles out his explanation, picking up his head to look at you.

“Well, I think it’s good to be alike!” You flash a toothy smile at him and his mood immediately changes.

He nods his head, a smile growing on his face. He bounces up off the bleachers and rushes over to the team, ready to finish the practice with full energy.

Kageyama rolls his eyes, glancing between the two of you, “They’re literally meant for each other.”

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