A/N: Lol so again I'm back but my excessive obsessions are going to literally be the death of me. So if I'm going to die I may as well write while I'm still alive. Cute 3-shot about hurt Kenma. About 1K per chapter.

Short and sweet...

Serve. Pass. Set. Hit. Pass. Set. And hit.

This is the routine practice.

Kenma sighs, he never found these practices easy. And much less did he find them any fun. Kuroo smiled as he looked over at his precious setter. So small, Kitten is adorable, he thought. The attacker watched Kenma execute a perfect backset as their right side hitter swung at the ball!

"Great hit, keep going," the coach said as the ball surpassed the net. The scrimmage was actually going pretty well. Going back and forth each team refusing to give up and the ball refusing to fall to the floor.

"Kenma, get over here. Get ready to block on three. Ready, ready, ready, go," the captain shouted as the three front row players emerged into the air. The ball slammed into Kenma's finger, and ricocheted back toward the defensive specialist.

And the D.S abruptly missed it.

"Great block Kenma-san!" Kuro said pumping his fist into the air, and high fived the setter. Kenma winced flexing his hand open and closed as he looked up at the captain. "Kenma-san, d-did you hurt your finger?" Kurosaki asked as he uncurled Kenma's tightly clenched hand.

The setter reluctantly nodded his head as he sighed. "It's not a big deal, I think that I just jammed it on the block. Like I said it's not so-" he was cut off by a sharp burning pain in his finger as Kuro moved it slightly to the right. The setter bit his lip barley suppressing a whimper as he bent it again.

"Kenma-san, are you sure that you are ok? I mean, this," he said applying slight amounts of pressure to the minor injury- "shouldn' be causing you so much pain." Kenma did everything in his power to stop from crying as the small amount of pressure felt like a crushing force of pain.

Kenma knew dang well it was worse than a jammed finger as he let it out to be. It was most likely- at best- dislocated. Which he wasn't really sure how he could dislocate a finger while blocking but he did. His dumb luck. "No, it's fine. It just hurts is all. It'll be better by the time that our first game comes by tomorrow I promise," he said. More trying to make himself believe it too.

Kuro, quite obviously didn't believe him. He gave him the 'if - you-are lying- to -me - then- you-best-be prepared-to-go-to-your-room-and stay-there-all-night-' kind of look and he took a small step back and looked up. His precious setters face was red with blush and his golden cat eyes were holding the cutest tears. "Ok, Kenma. But you have to tell me if it hurts. Even if it's a dull ache kind of pain," Kuro said.

As soon as practice ended he found the courage to go to the doctors office at the school and see if he could play tomorrow. The doctor took a look at his finger and almost immediately was taken aback by the swelling and bruises that lay underneath and on top of his pale skin. She grabbed an ice pack from the fridge in her office and gently placed it on his hand.

"How could this possibly happen, the injury is to accurate to have happened in a fight and to well placed I have happened on accident so how did you injure yourself this time," she asked pressing the ice pack on to his hand. He yelp in both pain and alarm. Mostly pain.

"Volleyball," he said plainly. "I went to block a ball and my fingers weren't spread out in the right shape so I jammed my finger." He said sighing as she lightly moved he ice pack so she could see the damage. "Kenma, you know dang well that this in not a jammed finger," she sighed.

"From the looks of it you dislocated it from the bone, and one of your blood vessels had been involved while this happened, in other words a blood blister. The bruising and swelling is most likely coming from the blood vessel and the dislocation of the finger. I can move it back, but it looks like it had been already. It's not exact, so that's another reason why it swelled so badly."

"I'm going to move it back," she said. "Also, moving your finger would become slightly painful, well not slightly. It will become moderate to serve pain when you move it," she said. There was a sickening pop as she moved it back in place. Kenma's eyes watered and some tears spilled over his eyelids as he bit his lip. Which had still endured some previous bite marks from before.

Then an audible whimper as she bent his finger to make sure that she hadn't injured it any further. She pulled out the some tape and held his finger in place as she taped it to the other one besides it.

"I can tell this to everyone that plays sports but you really shouldn't play with an injury like that but, you sports people always like to show off for the girls. If you do you could seriously injure your hand more or cause more eh... serious damage," she said. Kenma unclenched his hand and winced as he felt another stream of burning pain shoot up his hand.

He placed a hand softly over his injured one, and bit his lip (again yes how very creative of me) he nodded to the nurse. And walked out of the room.

As soon as he came home, he went straight to his room and to the kitchen to grab some ice for his hurting hand.

He couldn't hold a freaking fork without shooting pains up his hand and tears in his eyes. His mom and dad were working late so he had a bowl of soup, or at lest that's what he told them. But placing the ice pack on his hand the pain continued.

How was he going to survive warm ups? School?

School was a beach, he mostly wrote using his left hand which for him, he was born left handed and switched to right handed because he couldn't be taught to play right handed. So it wasn't that bad. He slammed his hand in the locker. And fell down the stairs.

Practice was much worse.

Service.

Pass, set, hit, dig, set, hit.

But after the third time around he literally couldn't take it anymore. He could feel pain radiating from the center of his hand and towards the bottom of his middle finger. A bruise spread from the base of his middle finger and midway between his ring and pinky, and the halfway between his middle and pointer.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his hand towards his chest as he bit his bloody lip, which he had bit the skin off his lip in one section so the blood had spilled over some. He gnawed on his bloody lip.

M-maybe I should tell Kuro, it really hurts and I'm surprised that nobody had notice. I don't think that it's broken, but I do think that I injured it more. No, he decided. I can wait until the game is over because after the game we will have no practice Friday and then I can ice it over the weekend.

He sighed in pain. He nodded his head for he next spiker to hit his toss and the wing spiker obliged. The lines almost done, he thought. No way! Kuro?! I'll have to toss to Kuro? He'll know something's wrong and he'll hurt me. It's fine I'll be ok. He sent the set high in he air as he allowed Kuro to hit the ball. Transitioning to the right side and preparing to block.

Him and the others went up in the air and the ball was blocked by Kuro, who smacked the guy besides him. The guy besides him had brushed Kenma's hand as he had landed. いいえ ( no) this small amount of contact shouldn't have broken the dam, but it did.

Kenma started crying.

Kuro stopped beating on his teammate in the playful was he was and looked up at the setter. Who was of course balling his eyes out. He cradled his hand towards his chest and sobbed.

"Kenma," Kuro asked, "did this bumbling idiot hurt you?" He asked. The other hitter smacked Kuro. Kenma shook his head. "D-do you remember when you told me to tell you if I was hurt. Well a-after practice I went to the nurse and I dislocated my finger. I-I know it sounds s-stupid but I did. I t-think me setting made it worse because it popped and now it hurts like heck," he spat out.

Kuro carried Kenma off the court and into the team room. Kuro taped up his finger and then called the nurse who came with pain killers and a finger cast. And Kenma was strictly told not to play for 2-3 weeks until his (now broken) finger healed up.

*Bonus*

Kenma curled up into a ball on his bed and looked up at his best friend. "You know I told you to tell me if it hurts. But did you listen no! Why can't you ever listen to me?" Kuro asked.

Kenma smiled. "I thought you said that you wouldn't rant until I was fully healed. And you also said that you were done while we were in the hospital room," he said. His golden cat eyes flashed.

Kuro smiled and ran a hand through his kittens hair.

A/N: I bet my word count is only at 1,280 word. Sigh. Anyhow that's that and I have more coming. Do y'all realize that I stayed up from 3:09 am until 0:43 (12:43) reading my poor Kitten sick or hurt? I feel alive now. And if course to write this for the darling fans that will (not) read this

XOXO

私はあなたを愛している、次回会いましょう。

( I love you alll, see you next time.)