The video ended and Kozu suggested watching more, so I pulled up my gallery which had all my videos of Nen saved within. We begin watching through them one by one, and I can't help but laugh and smile at each video. Nen was so cute, so adorable, he was such a sweet and big hearted boy. "I miss him." I whisper softly, struggling to keep my eyes open as I idly run my fingers through Kozu's hair, though before I know it I'm slumped back against Kuroo's chest, passing out. "She's asleep." Kuroo whispers softly, and Kozu immediately exits out of the gallery and opens up the app store. "Hey, what are you doing?" Kuroo whispers as Kozu looks up an app- a tracing app- clicking install. "For her safety." Kozu mumbles, and Kuroo can't help but just grimace, feeling slightly relieved. "So, who's the Nen kid?" He asks Aima, who tenses, delicately clearing her throat. "That's- They're really close. He means a lot to her, I mean, a lot." Aima says, though Kuroo could tell there was a story there- he didn't want to pry into things without Kimiko being okay with it first. He already had a feeling he had overstepped his boundaries with her, and he felt terrible for that.
The guy… After Kimiko had dropped her phone and he had caught it, he chased after her, putting the phone to his ear. "Dancer?" The person had said in a cold, calculating voice. "Who is this?" He had asked, seeming to make the man pause. "Stay away from my Dancer, she's mine! You understand? She is- and will always be- mine!" The man had snarled before suddenly hanging up, and while it had confused him, he had seen Kimiko dash into a bathroom. He arrived at the door, putting the phone into his pocket as he heard Kimiko throw up. She had been scared, but scared enough to make her sick? He had texted Kozu and Aima then, not knowing who else could help. They had come running, seeming to know more than he did. He didn't want to be left out, he wanted to help- anything he could. Kimiko had always hated when he called her Tiny Dancer, he had thought it was because of the Tiny part- she would always go on a rant. He understood now that it wasn't the Tiny part- it was the Dancer. The man had called her that, and it had made her terrified, scared sick and made her cry. Kuroo never wanted to make her cry, never, and he had been hurting her without knowing.
"Did you find anything in the video?" Kozu asks, drawing Kuroo out of his thoughts. "Daichi was in the shot for a second, I think he could have seen the school name on his uniform." Kuroo says, and Aima bites her thumb anxiously. "It's my fault- I should have known better, had I blurred the background…" Kozu whispers, but Kuroo puts a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. "No, Kimiko herself said the video was fine beforehand. I'm sure she didn't think he'd see, she said that one of her friends had sent it to him. Who all did she send it too?" Kuroo asks, and Kozu pulls up her messenger, scrolling through. "She sent it to everyone on her list." Kozu says, slowly running a hand over his face. "Okay, let me see your phones. I'd like to rule everyone here out right now." Kozu says, and Kuroo immediately forks his phone out. Kozu scrolls through his phone before nodding, giving it back. Aima and Misaki also give their phones, and Kozu gives his phone for Aima to check. "Okay, so it isn't any of us. Then what about the competitors?" Kozu says, everyone returning their phones to the original owner. "I can ask Daichi to come with their phones?" Aima says, beginning to tap on her phone.
