Chapter 1

Kenma wasn't the social type of guy. He would always stay alone and play his video games. He's pretty surprised himself at how he became friends with Kuroo Tetsurou. But, having a friend online is a different thing right?

"Hey there, how ya doin'?" -BlueShadowGirl

He smiled slightly when a message notification popped up while he was playing. BlueShadowGirl was the only online friend he got attached with that he doesn't mind if he was in game. If he doesn't reply, his friend gets it quick that he's playing or in class.

"Haha, okay. Must be class or game, whatever. Good luck, dude!" -BlueShadowGirl

The online friend was a female gamer just like him. He doesn't know anything about her besides her age, gender and what country she lives in. The same goes for her about Kenma. "Oi, Kenma." Kenma heard a familiar voice call for him. It was his best friend Kuroo. He welcomingly went inside his pudding haired friend's room without notice.

"Way to skip practice, Kenma," Kuroo sighed as he sat on Kenma's bed. "I always feel like the team is missing something without you." He complained and lay down, feeling at home.

"Sorry, I felt the urge to skip and play games." Kenma reasoned out bluntly, he still kept his gaze on the screen of his DS since he was playing.

"How long are you gonna keep doing this? You've been skipping practice every Wednesday." Kuroo asked. He looked at his pudding head friend with worry in his eyes. "Is there something wrong at Wednesdays? You know you can talk to me about it."

Kenma didn't reply Kuroo but he was still listening. His face was fixated at the screen of his DS as he plays the new game he got which was suggested by his internet friend we all know who is called by her username, BlueShadowGirl. Kuroo still waited for Kenma's reply even if it has been a minute or two since he asked.

"How you doing? I have a feeling that you're already playing the game I told you about!" -BlueShadowGirl

His phone vibrated and the message popped up in his phone which was at the side of his bed. Kenma, who gets really annoyed at times at pausing games really paused his game just to reply to his internet friend. Kuroo finally gave up and sighed.

"I know how much of a slacker you are but seriously? Skipping Wednesdays? Kenma, it isn't like you." He said with disappointment. "What's with Wednesdays?" He repeated the question again to get a better answer from him because he knows that Kenma wasn't telling the truth.

It took a few minutes for him to reply to his friend. "I can only talk to her at Wednesdays." Kuroo looked at Kenma in confusion and curiosity. Who's her?

Kenma replied to her internet friend's message with a slight smile plastered on his face. The atmosphere suddenly changed all of a sudden when Kuroo saw a smile from his pudding head friend. "You have a friend besides me?" He asks once Kenma was done typing. He wasn't that surprised anymore.

The pudding head nodded and Kuroo started asking questions about the girl. How did they met, what game were they playing, do you think they would plan to meet in person? Kenma couldn't answer.

"Well, tell your friend that you need to practice every day now. Tournament's close, Kenma. We need you." Kuroo explained and eyed Kenma for a nod as a reply. It took the boy to nod and he did it halfheartedly. He was used for Kenma to stop doing something just for games. But right now it was different, he stopped practicing just to talk to an internet friend.

An internet friend. Someone who can't be there for you for too long. You won't know, you can't trust someone from the internet. Kenma knows that. But Kuroo just wonder what did that girl from the internet do to get Kenma's trust.

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Tsubasaki Hitori is known to be the girl whose eyes are always fixated at books, different every day. She prefers being alone with her book, and doesn't like talking very long. Only because nobody even bothers.

Her phone vibrated and she took it out quickly from her pocket. Her mouth quickly formed curve when she discovers who texted her. She quickly started tapping quickly on her phone for a reply and put her phone back to her pocket for safekeeping. She continued on with her book and started walking to the gates of Karasuno High.

"Well, flunked the tests so I actually deserve this class." Hitori muttered to herself, closing her book and walking inside the classroom, and once she did, a ton of students were present making a really irritating noise. The way the boys speak so loudly, the giggles of the girls together in different groups made a really loud noise that ruined Hitori's focus in reading.

She sat on a table far away from the other students. She opened her book once again and tried focusing only on the words written in the paper. She turned page after page, faster and faster as she felt the story getting better and better. Just when it was on a sudden plot twist, someone older than the students slid the door open before she could ever turn the page to where the reason of the main character's death might be. "Alright, class is about to start!" The woman announced.

... Curse you woman. I'll remember to hate you for this!Hitori thought as she closes her book and slid it under the table. The woman introduced herself as their Math teacher and homeroom teacher. "So, how was your summer?" She asked like a typical teacher would ask at a first day of school.

The class all answered well in different ways but all in chorus. Hitori was the only one who didn't answer. "Well, that's good because I'm very sure you'll all get stressed in this subject as we go on with our school year." A smirk was visible in the teacher's face which made Hitori think that she should prepare for the worst, especially when math is not her forte.

•/•

"Stupid life, stupid class, stupid... Stupid... Stupid." Hitori muttered to herself as she tries not to mind the noisy classroom she is in.

An orange hair boy noticed her all alone which made him walk up to her with a bright smile. "Hey, you okay?" He asked. Hitori looked up just to see who was talking to her, then looked down once she knew. She's bad at eye-to-eye contacts.

"Hm, yeah. Fine." She answered in the most normal way possible without stuttering, she was already mentally hitting herself on the table.

The atmosphere went all awkward. Hitori was still looking down and the orange head was still in front of her table trying to find the right words to say. "Um, well. I'm Hinata Shouyo! Nice to meet... You?" He said in a question like manner since she still wasn't looking at him directly.

Hitori looked up with a deadpan expression. By the time Hinata saw her face, he blushed at how pretty she was. Long black hair falling up to the back, long curly eyelashes with cerulean orbs and wearing blue framed glasses to match. Her cheeks were red, as if she is always blushing, rosy cheeks to be exact.

"Tsubasaki Hitori. Don't talk to me if you don't have business."

Nobody bothers to talk to her... Scratch that, this high school is going to be different.