Coming Out on Top

Chapter One: Current Status: Very Very Sad

An empty school corridor had not been where Kenma had expected Lev to break up with him, because, really, he hadn't expected to be broken up with at all.

Not once, not ever.

Yet here, standing before him was Lev, who kept talking, kept going, wouldn't stop. Each word obliterating any chance at happiness Kenma could ever possibly have in his life. He couldn't manage to speak from the shock, even though he wanted to beg and plead with Lev to stop. They could talk it through. They could work it out. They'd been great friends, and they'd only been dating for a few months. Kenma just needed to make him listen, a few seconds to-

"Listen, it's nothing you did, I swear." Lev looked down at him in pity with his gorgeous eyes, ready to deliver the final blow. "I just think it'd be better for us to be friends. I'm not really ready to have a boyfriend." Lev didn't give him an opportunity for rebuttal. Instead, he went to walk past him, offering an insulting pat on the shoulder as he passed. "It's for the best."

The room swayed.

Kenma whirled around, suddenly sick to his stomach. The corridor was abandoned. It really had to be some kind of cruel, sick joke. Any second now, Lev would come back.

He had to come back. He-

Hot tears welled up in his eyes. His shoulders shook as a hollow feeling blossomed deep in the pit of his stomach. He may have stood there for a few minutes, or not, he couldn't tell. Part of him feared moving. Every step forward from here on out would be one without Lev, and as long as he stood still and alone in this corridor, it was like the breakup hadn't happened yet.

Because upon leaving, he'd have to tell his parents. He'd have to tell his friends. He'd have to come to school and everyone would look at him because they'd know he'd been dumped and he wouldn't even be able to talk to Lev about it. He wouldn't be there to crack some awful joke and make him feel better. He wouldn't be there to sweep his hair out of his eyes and tell him it was all going to be alright and oh god-

Tears fell hot over his cheeks and all of a sudden he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He gasped out a sob which echoed around the corridor, and a voice in the back of his head told him it was time to leave. He didn't want to be there anymore. He desperately wanted to be home, with his Mom, and his bed.

His hand shaking, he reached into the pocket of his second-hand jeans for his phone. Through wet eyes he managed to tap out a number and bring the phone to his ear.

"Hey Mom," he said, his voice breaking. "Can you come pick me up?"

.oo

Eleven minutes later and she was there standing outside the school gate. When she pulled Kenma into her arms, he broke down, crying again, clinging to her.

He sobbed openly in the car on the short ride home, which he usually walked to and from school. He squinted wetly at the world beyond the front windscreen, trying in little bursts to calm himself down, distract himself. But each store and park bench and lamppost they passed on main street reminded him of Lev, and he was forced to close his eyes.

Then, when his eyes shut, all he could see was Lev's smile. All he could feel were Lev's arms around him.

Each time he thought the tears would stop they started again until he was left a complete mess. He spluttered until he felt nausea bubbling up his throat and a throbbing, tight pain in his head.

They arrived home. Kenma barely registered the walk from the garage up to his bedroom. Once there he shut the curtains and sunk into bed, a new wave of sadness washing over him. He couldn't help but feel pathetic and worthless,

Because, if he was being honest, he'd been expecting this. How often did guys like Lev go for guys like Kenma?

Pathetic. Why had he deluded himself into thinking it would last.

Pathetic. God, all he wanted was to have Lev back- he'd give anything.

His voice cracked with a sob as he shoved his face further into his pillow to stem the flow of tears.

That night he struggled to sleep. He put on his headphones on and blasted anything he could find. He settled on some random dubstep because anything romantic sent him spiralling again. The music slammed in his ears, his last defence against the video playback in his mind of Lev crushing his heart in his fist.

.oo

The next week was one of the hardest weeks of Kenma's young life, no exaggeration. Everything reminded him of Lev. Each day he walked past the locker where Lev had first asked him out. Then there were the classrooms where they had flirted and the garden area they used to eat lunch and hold hands.

But none of that compared to actually having to see Lev. The first time he saw him outside their classroom was so awful and unavoidable. He thought he was ready for it, but he wasn't. Then he had to see him in the cafeteria at lunch, laughing with his friends like nothing had happened at all. He wouldn't even cast a look in his direction.

It was like Kenma didn't exist to him at all.

So Kenma walked the halls like a ghost, there but not really there. Because so much of his personality was held up by the fact that Lev loved him. He didn't even know who he was anymore and it made him sick to his stomach.

A week passed, and he had almost convinced himself he had to move schools. Then, a conversation that he wouldn't know was miraculous until much later, happened.

"Kenma, how about we have a movie night at mine tonight? Take your mind off things?" Yachi offered. She was a gentle soul. The mother of the group. Her brightness and energy made her one of his favourite people. When Kenma had messaged her and told her what had happened, she'd been over at his house every afternoon that week, just to make sure he didn't have too many moments alone with his thoughts.

Kenma pushed the untouched, limp salad in front of him around feebly with his plastic fork. "Yeah, sounds good," he said, devoid of enthusiasm but trying his best to smile.

"It's settled then, are you guys in?" Yachi said to the rest of the table. Their friends Hinata and Yama nodded eagerly, keen to do anything in their power to get their best friend up and running again. Hinata and Yachi were one and the same, endlessly energetic with sassy undertones. Yama, in comparison, was quiet and kind. He was also secretly one of the funniest people ever if you were paying close enough attention.

Kenma had never been more thankful for his friends than in the past week and was grateful they were so patient with him. He knew the energy around him had been low. Seeing them upset because he was upset had been one of the most painful parts of the breakup. And he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Every fake smile they immediately saw through, like his own trio of personal therapists that could read his every thought.

"Oh damn…" Hinata muttered a second later, scratching the back of his sunshine orange hair. Yachi's stern eyes settled on him.

"You have plans," she scoffed, about ready to be incredibly disappointed in him for abandoning their best friend in his time of need.

"No, it's just there's that senior party tonight, everyone's invited," he said, then added quietly, "and I already told Kageyama I was going."

Of course.

Kageyama was Hinata's new teammate on the soccer team ever since he'd been put up a team this year. With their competitive nature the two had naturally gravitated to each other and begun to hang out more.

There was also the matter that Hinata was harboring a big fat crush on him. There was no way he was going to miss that party.

Yachi watched as Kenma weakly skewered a piece of celery then let it fall to the side of his tray. "That's it," she declared. "We're all going to that party."

It took Kenma a second to process what she said. When he realized, his golden eyes shot up at her. "You're joking," he said.

"Nope- Ken, we won't be able to go to another senior party again this year. This is our only opportunity we should definitely go." He must have looked frightened because she smiled at him reassuringly. "It'll be fun."

Kenma dropped his gaze to his food again. "Lev will probably be there," he mumbled, feeling a strain in his empty chest.

"Yeah, you know what? He probably will be," Yachi said, sliding her warm hand over the table to rest on his, a determined look on her face. "And you can show up and have fun and send him the message that you don't care about him anymore and that you're perfectly fine without him!"

That sparked a bit of interest in Kenma, but could he really do that? He didn't know. It would be scary going to a party full of seniors he didn't know- and knowing that Lev would be there…

But…

He hadn't been anywhere except home and school the past week; it could be nice to do something fun…? And maybe alcohol could be good, and getting to spend more time with his friends. And Yachi was right; he wouldn't get this chance again this year.

A part of him also thought, quietly, that maybe Lev would see him there and wonder why the hell he'd broken up with him. But that thought he kept to himself.

He looked up at his friend's expectant face. "If I…. If I agree to go…" he said. "You guys won't leave me, right?"

His friends took a moment to whoop and cheer, causing a scene. Kenma laughed. He'd forgotten the feeling.

"Yes! We'll be by your side the whole time!" Hinata said, smacking his hands down on the table in excitement. Yama grinned and nodded. Yachi felt like she may cry with happiness.

With that, Kenma actually took a bite of his celery, finding it fresh and sweet on his tongue. A party. Things were looking up.

.oo

That evening the teens all piled into Yachi's small white Toyota, buzzing with excitement.

Kenma clutched his cans of Gin and Tonic like a lifeline. Before they'd left Yachi had insisted on dressing him, because apparently a hoodie and jeans wouldn't cut it for this party. She made sure he was wearing his best clothes, a white long sleeve shirt, black fitted jeans, grey converse and the pale blue denim jacket his Dad had got him for Christmas (purchased, of course, by his Mom). Yachi had almost gone so far as to hold him down and re-dye his roots, but he'd drawn the line at that.

This was the most dressed up Kenma had been in a while, and he was feeling wildly out of his comfort zone. He'd already downed two of the cans before leaving the house and was now on his third. He didn't drink often. He didn't like the taste much.

So, his tolerance was low.

In other words, he was already halfway towards lit city.

They drove out to the party address, but soon enough found there was nothing but parked cars for blocks and blocks.

"Dammit!" Yachi cursed after driving the road three or four times. "That's it! I'm turning around- there's no goddamn parks within a mile of this place." She savagely pulled a u-turn, the car wheels screeching underneath them. All the teens in the car latched onto whatever they could to stop their drinks from spilling.

Heading back the other direction, parking continued to look bleak.

"Wow," said Hinata. "They really weren't kidding about everyone being invited, the whole school's here!"

"And it looks like no one carpooled," Kags muttered bitterly.

Finally they managed to find a close-ish park down a side street. Once the car was stationary, Kenma, Hinata, and Kageyama waded through all the MacDonald's wrappers on Yachi's back seat to get out to the roadside. Now out in the fresh air, with the party music loud and close, it all became very real for Kenma. He stood there in the dark, clumsily holding his box of G and T's in his arms, trying to slow his heart rate. Butterflies fluttered around his stomach. He felt nervous, sick, excited, and scared all at the same time. None of this was helped by the smell of vape smoke soaked in vodka polluting the neighborhood air.

Yachi, carrying her own box of drinks, fixed her denim mini skirt's position, then linked her arm through Kenma's. The contact immediately put him at ease.

The group made their way to the party. When they finally got to the driveway, Kenma's stomach flipped. The house was huge, a modern-looking mansion, too new to fit in with the rest of the street. Seeing it from Yachi's car hadn't done it justice. The building itself was square and on two levels. The garden was all perfectly cut hedges that stood out against the concrete facade. A triple garage was tacked onto the side, undoubtedly holding some crazy expensive cars. That's when Kenma realized the owners probably bought two sections and tore both the houses down to make one mega-house.

Whoever owned this house was loaded. He didn't know of any seniors who had a reputation for being so loaded. He was about to ask Yachi whose house it was but found himself being yanked up the front porch's steps past some very intimidating looking people.

The group walked inside. It was an assault on the senses. Loud bass music made the walls thump, vibrating the pristine family photos that hung in expensive silver frames.

There were people everywhere, all talking and moving and laughing. The air smelt strongly of sweat and alcohol, although strangely not unpleasant.

The light from the entrance shone white and stark, then as Kenma looked down the spacious hallway that led deeper into the house, the white light turned to vibrant purple, and it was obvious that's where the main party was.

Kenma struggled to keep up as Yachi pulled him past the throngs of teens. He thought she was heading towards the main room, but they veered off to the left and into a large kitchen. So large that Kenma assumed the family probably had a live-in chef instead of ever cooking for themselves.

Gathered around the liquor-covered kitchen island was a gaggle of familiar faces—all juniors. Kenma's heart stalled for a moment looking for Lev, but he wasn't there. He was both relieved and disappointed.

They walked over and were greeted enthusiastically by their classmates. Soon Kenma found himself leaning casually up against the island with his G and T box in front of him, listening to Yachi chatter away to her friend from chemistry. Meanwhile, to his left, Hinata and Yama were animatedly talking to a guy from the soccer team about starting up a beer pong tournament. He cracked open another drink and tried not to but accidentally downed it. There was still no sign of Lev. He opened another drink.

Tipsy Kenma, now bored listening to his friends talk, decided it was time to go on a Lev search.

He tapped Yachi on the shoulder, "I'm going to go find the bathroom," he said, pushing his drinks box towards her. "Can you look after these?"

"Sure thing, we'll be right here," she said, surprised. As he left she flashed him a warm smile, feeling incredibly proud of him for wanting to venture out on his own.

She wouldn't have been so proud of him, though, if she knew who he was going to look for. He didn't really know what he was going to do when he saw Lev. He just wanted to see him.

See what he was doing.

He made his way out to the hall. Now he really started to feel the gin's effects, a buzzing, euphoric feeling pumping around his body. He steered himself through more people, his hands tingling, his head heavy on his shoulders. Oddly, he felt like he was on a massive boat rocking over waves miles offshore. He took a moment to stop and laugh at the thought but stopped himself before anyone caught him laughing at nothing. Then that thought made him stifle another giggle because he probably looked crazy laughing to himself and oh wow he was feeling pretty buzzed.

He huffed another laugh and leaned against the wall. It was getting too hot in there with all the people. Shrugging off his denim jacket, he had a good look around the crowded hallway for Lev.

No Lev.

He took a swig of the lukewarm gin in his hand, then peeled himself off the wall and wandered in the direction of the purple room.

Kenma tucked his yellow hair behind his ears and willed himself to concentrate. Not running into anyone was proving difficult. He stumbled out of the way a few times as a couple rushed past him. While he went to right himself after being bumped into a second time, a door behind him whipped open, and three guys tumbled out, all smelling strongly of marijuana. Kenma wasn't used to the smell at all and coughed as it singed the back of his throat.

The last guy out bashed straight into the coughing Kenma as he went to walk past, almost making the blonde spill the gin he was clutching. "Shit- sorry, man," he smiled, steadying Kenma with one strong hand on his shoulder.

Kenma looked up at him, his cool grey hair falling in his eyes-

Golden eyes that were smudged with eyeliner and tinged with red.

Holy shit. Kotaro Bokuto.

"All good," Kenma replied, awestruck. The older boy waved and continued off clumsily down the hall. Kenma stood there, rigid. Kotaro. Bokuto. He was famous at their school because he was the drummer in this band that everyone always went on and on about.

Their encounter may have been brief, but the blonde felt the shine of Bokuto's popularity fall upon him, and in that moment he felt invincible.

Shaking off his encounter with the god of Karasuno High, Kenma peered into the dimly lit room he and his friends had just left. Inside he found a large bedroom, just as lavish as the rest of the house. It had a double bed, a flatscreen on the opposite wall, below that an Xbox, PS4, and a Nintendo. A neon orange and blue bong sat in the middle of the floor, beside it a full ashtray.

Eyes drawn to the large windows on the other side of the room, Kenma got curious and strolled over (giving the bong a wide birth). The windows were floor to ceiling, with one white desk set up in the middle of them with a great view of the backyard and a large oak tree. It must have made for an amazing place to study, his nerd heart sang.

Looking out at the back lawn, Kenma saw people were mingling about on the grass. Most of them were smoking, some of them were making out. Casting his eyes back down at the desk, he absent-mindedly draped his jacket over the office chair and picked up the one thing sitting there: A thick chemistry textbook. And not just any chemistry, advanced chemistry.

Impressive.

At that moment, an image of Lev wearing his lab coat popped into his head, and he remembered his mission.

He set the book down and clumsily made his way out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut heavily behind him. He headed off in the same direction as Bokuto and the others, happily sipping on his drink.

Finally, he'd made his way to the purple room.

The number of people packed inside was incredible. In the centre, a mosh pit of bodies danced and jumped and went all out to the bass music. He couldn't recognize any of them and thought maybe there were people here from other schools. Then around the edges were even more people he didn't know, teenagers shouting and flirting and laughing and crying. It was utter chaos, infectious chaos. Kenma loved it. He reeeally wanted to go back and get his friends and pull them to the dance floor, but at that moment, he wanted Lev just a little bit more.

Kenma walked the wall around the main mosh of people dancing. The energy in the room was electric. He guessed it usually functioned as a living room, with all the couches pushed up against the walls. They were all packed full of people sitting on top of each other and chowing down on chips and drinks. Despite the continuation of family pictures and art on the walls, the purple light and bopping teens virtually wiped away any illusion that was a family home.

Kenma was struggling to tell anyone apart in the room and couldn't see Lev anywhere. Beginning to get desperate, he found himself an empty spot on the wall and tried to find any sign of Lev.

This whole thing was proving to be more difficult than the blonde had planned. For one, he was drunk so his eyesight was starting to get pretty fuzzy. He scanned all the people, once, twice, three times. Only after the fourth time searching the room, a tall figure standing over by one of the expensive couches caught his eye.

Kenma reeled. It was actually Lev. Fuck.

Instinctively he shielded himself behind some other partygoers and peered around them to watch him. He was holding a beer and smiling, nodding. Maybe talking to a friend from the athletics team, maybe bopping his head to the music. Kenma himself smiled- he's going to be so surprised to see me here.

He straightened himself up and navigated the crowd in Lev's direction, ready to make his presence known.

When he got close enough to Lev he realized that he wasn't talking to someone from the athletics team.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. Lev was smiling down at someone, grinning even, and then he was leaning down.

...Down into the person's ear.

Kenma's blood ran cold, his eyes widening, his confidence shattering into a thousand pieces.

There Lev was, with his mouth pressed up to Yaku's ear. Yaku from their classes. Yaku, who always kept to himself but had a reputation for being gorgeous and a flirt.

Yaku Yaku Yaku.

And Yaku was giggling up at him prettily.

Kenma felt something deep inside the pit of his stomach that resembled nausea mixed with a bit of agony and a touch of helplessness. He spun around, the roaring bass music thundering in his ears.

Lev and Yaku.

Kenma felt tears prickle his eyes. His vision blurred in nightmare flashes of purple and moving bodies. He had to get out of there. He thrust his gin can into some random partygoer's hands then hurriedly stumbled his way out of the room and off down the crowded hallway.

Heartbroken, he didn't stop moving until he ran right out the front door.

The cold air hit him like a slap to the face, and suddenly he could breathe again. The few people smoking on the porch didn't give him a second glance as he broke down, tears spilling from his eyes as he bent over the railing, gasping.

How long had it been again? A week? Just one week.

Lev and Yaku.

The porch still wasn't far enough away from them. Kenma pulled himself up and numbly walked out to the road, then off down the street.

He walked for a while in the cold night. He just picked a direction and rolled with it. He needed to keep moving to keep from being sick.

He walked until the music of the party grew dull and his mind grew blank. Once he was satisfied he was far enough away from Lev, he found a damp wooden street bench and collapsed onto it.

His head fell into his hands and breathed deeply, tears once again welling up in his eyes. Furious, he dabbed at them with his soft shirt sleeves. Lev shouldn't have been flirting with anyone after just one week. And Kenma had gone and embarrassed himself running out of a party full of seniors and it was all Lev's fault. He'd never live it down. He sniffled at how pathetic Lev had made him.

Sniffing deeply, Kenma cast his eyes up to the cloudy night sky. Yachi had been telling him all week that only time would fix his broken heart. He knew she was probably right, but with Lev being around all the time, it was like he was breaking up with him over and over again in little ways. Just like the first time he'd ignored him at school, tonight was another small breakup. Lev flirting with Yaku was another way of him saying 'we're over, we're done, we're not happening again,' and it fucking hurt.

Kenma was exhausted. He could barely describe the numb feeling he'd become accustomed to. The alcohol tonight had helped curb the numbness a little, but now he just felt empty. He sniffed again in the cold night air. Damn, he'd kill for some MacDonalds right about now. MacDonalds and a hug.

Before he could start to really cry, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Mindlessly he pulled it out, and Yachi's picture flashed up on the screen.

Relieved, he hit accept.

Her voice burst out of the speaker with the party music and chaotic chatter loud in the background. "Kenma? Where are you!?"

"I just went for a walk," he hummed, feeling comfort from the sound of her voice.

"A walk?!" she squeaked. "Are you alright?! The cops are coming so we've got to go!" Oh well, there were no surprises there. Kenma was low key glad. Now he could go home and shower this party off and pretend it had never happened.

"I'll come back now, wait for me at the car?" he said, trying not to sound too relieved.

"Okay, see you soon!" She hung up, and the street was quiet again.

Kenma eased himself up off the bench, feeling like a shell of the person he once was. Bones and head aching, the neighborhood around him fuzzy and his eyes puffy, he walked back in the direction of Yachi's car, alcohol sloshing through his head.

He made it back just in time to see the cop car pull up, flashing blue and red. He quickly crouched down in the front hedges of a neighboring house, which gave him the perfect view to watch it all unfold.

Two burly cops with flashlights made their way up to the front door. A knock. A shout. Soon enough, teenagers poured out of every opening of the house, like rats in a sewer. They stumbled and ran out onto the street and piled into cars that quickly rushed off down the road. It was like the aftermath of a music festival, except the teens were all still full of bravado and no doubt would be continuing on to try their luck with fake at the local bars in town.

He watched as the last few stragglers trickled out, Yachi, Yama, and Hinata (and maybe Kageyama?) must have gotten away after Yachi had called. Soon the stampede of teenagers eased off, and the two cops hauled themselves back into their car and drove off.

When the coast was well and truly clear, Kenma stepped out from his leafy hiding spot.

He was about to go find Yachi's car when he remembered with a big eye roll that he'd left his jacket inside the house. If he didn't return home with it, his parents were going to be mightily disappointed. Annoyed, he turned on his heel to go back inside, although he wished he'd never have to set foot in there again.

He trudged up the front steps and tried the front door, but it was locked— just his luck.

Oh well, he'd go round back then.

Kenma walked around the ginormous house, stumbled over a garden hose, then meekly vaulted the fence between the garage and the boundary hedge. He battled some garden foliage and finally reached the back lawn.

After brushing his clothes off and pulling a leaf out of his hair, he started looking for the back door. There were fewer lights on now that everyone had left, and without the music playing, the place felt eerily empty. He couldn't seem to find a door; all the walls seemed to be glass and concrete. Now getting even more annoyed, he walked out to the oak tree in the middle of the lawn to try and spy and opening.

It was hopeless; there were none.

About ready to give up, his phone rang again.

He picked up. It was Yachi checking up on him. "Hey-! Are you back yet?" she asked. Yama could be heard saying his name in the background, drunk and frantic. Yachi shushed him, then brought the phone back to her ear. "We're all in the car, are you close?"

"Sorry, sorry," Kenma said, feeling guilty about making them worry. "I was just grabbing my jacket- but it's no use I can't get in."

"Oh, no! do you need some help?" she said fretting.

"No, it's okay. I'll be out in a second," he said apologetically.

"Okay- we'll hang tight!"

They hung up, and not a second later the lights in the backyard clicked off, and Kenma was plunged into darkness. That was the final straw. He was officially over it. House: 1, Him: 0.

Glaring at the mansion in distaste, he was about to stomp off, but a faint glow coming from one of the windows caught his eye.

Squinting through sobering eyes, he tried to make out if it was the room where he'd left his jacket. He decided that yes, yes it was, and there were definitely people in there. Should he go tap on the glass?

He went to walk a step closer to see who was in there and went rigid at what he saw.

His eyes widened in shock, his hands coming up to smack over his mouth to stifle a gasp.

Before him, in the dimly lit bedroom- the same one with his jacket in- wasn't just two people having sex, but three.

Three people having sex.

That didn't happen in real life, did it?

Drunk-sobering-up Kenma desperately wanted to leave but he couldn't. He was utterly rooted to the spot. It was like a train wreck- he justcouldn'ttear his eyes away and oh god, what if someone caught him standing there!?

This was something that he definitely wasn't supposed to be seeing. Panic rose in his chest.

He breathed deeply. It was dark. He was in the dark. No one could see him. He was safe to look all he wanted, although he knew he shouldn't. Curiosity slowly got the better of him- did these people go to his school? Who were they?

He squinted up at them in the dark. It was one guy and two girls. He didn't recognize the guy, some dark-haired senior who was undoubtedly good looking, and then two girls he recognized from the drama club. The guy had one of the girls in front of him on the desk, right in front of the window, with her legs wrapped around his waist. He was thrusting into her and Kenma only just realized he could hear the desk thumping wildly against the glass window. The second girl was on the desk beside the other one, and they were passionately making out, their hands on each other's chests and tangling in each other's hair.

These people made it look so easy, Kenma thought bitterly.

In truth, this whole scene was like a giant punch to the face for him. It made him think of something he'd been pushing out of his brain all week.

The thought that he and Lev had only had sex one time. A week before Lev had dumped him- and it had been completely awful and the scariest thing Kenma had ever done.

But here were three people having sex like it was no big deal. Like it wasn't embarrassing, or painful, or confusing. They looked like they were enjoying themselves. It made Kenma want to cry again. Maybe if he was good at sex, Lev wouldn't have dumped him. Maybe he'd still love him.

He stood there stuck on that thought, listening to the desk rhythmically thud against the window, now accompanied by one of the girl's high-pitched cries of ecstasy.

Behind him, he failed to notice as a small black cat emerged from the bushes. It meowed lazily, before spying something in the opposite hedge and springing madly across the lawn.

The outdoor automatic sensor clicked, and Kenma was drenched in light.

He froze in place.

The guy having sex in the window looked up at him.

Their eyes connected.

He smirked, but he didn't stop.

*Kuroo has entered the chat*

*Such a Whore by Jvla sounds in the distance*

Welcome! If this looks familiar to you it's because I started it as a Kingdom Hearts fanfiction, but in my head it was becoming Haikyuu and I really couldn't stop it. Hold onto your hats fellow weebs! We're here for 22 chapters! Also uploading to wattpad and AoE xx