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With a pencil in hand, Kenma scribbled down the notes his teacher was writing on the board at the front of class. With his mind on autopilot, he copied down the words without really paying attention to what he was writing. Only on occasion when the lead in his pencil snapped or his teacher went back to rewrite something did he really stop to pay closer attention. It was just a normal day in class for the most part.

As the teacher droned on about the subject they were currently going over, Kenma felt a sudden vibration in his pocket. Subconsciously, he thanked himself for remembering to put his cell phone on silent before class started, otherwise the noise from it would have surely caused a few eyes to turn his way. Sneaking his phone out of his pocket, he went to check on the incoming message, trying his best to ignore the few eyes that did look his way.

Hey Kozume-kun, it read. It was from [Name]. I had a lot of fun yesterday!

Glancing up from his phone, Kenma looked toward the front of class where he knew [Name] usually sat. Though she was currently facing away from him, one hand writing down the class notes, he could clearly see a secretive smile on her face and her phone in her other hand below her desk. He thought it was pretty gutsy of her to have her phone out when she was in clear sight of the teacher. For a brief second, he saw her glance back to where he was sitting before she quickly typed something else.

Thank you again for helping me get passed that final level in my game. I just downloaded the one you recommended this morning!

Reading the message a few times silently to himself, Kenma found himself answering it a lot faster than he would have if it had been verbally said to him. With his phone in his lap, he tapped away at the screen to reply to [Name]'s texts.

No problem, he sent at first. It took him about a minute to work up the courage to send a second text saying, I had fun too.

It was the truth. Despite him feeling so terribly uncomfortable at first and wanting to walk away on so many occasions, the two of them had eventually warmed up to each other during their outing. He had thought he'd be dreading every minute of it, but after finding a common interest in the one game they both had on their phones, Kenma found it much easier to actually force a sentence or two out.

There was a sudden cough from in front of him. Startled, Kenma quickly covered his phone with the palm of his hand, fear widened eyes looking up toward the front of class as a barely audible squeak left his lips. The teacher, having not heard the noise from the back of the room, was in the same position still writing on the board. The cough had come from another student, someone a few seats ahead of him, and not a lurking teacher like Kenma had expected.

Glancing back at [Name], he saw her staring at him. There was a strained grin on her face while she tried to stifle her giggling. She had witnessed Kenma's little freak out and, with a teasing look, she lifted a single finger to her lips in a shushing motion. After that, she turned her attention back to her notes to begin writing once more and Kenma thought their conversation was over.

It was only a few minutes later that his phone received another text.

I'm glad you had fun! There was about a minute's pause, almost as if [Name] were hesitating on whether she should send it or not, before a second one came right after. Maybe we could do it again some time?

Looking down at the message, Kenma felt his mind cease to function. His hand was no longer copying notes down on autopilot, instead his pencil had clattered onto the desk and almost rolled away. His ears no longer heard what the teacher was saying, instead he could only hear the faint beating of his heart against his eardrums. He couldn't even comprehend what the message was supposed to mean.

For a fraction of a second, his eyes distracted themselves with the icon in the upper corner showing his phone's battery life. He had left his screen open for so long waiting for [Name] to text him back, he hadn't noticed earlier that it was no longer fully charged. When had it drained down to seventy-five percent?

Almost as if she could sense the fact that Kenma didn't know how to interpret her text, [Name] sent a third one a few second later saying, We can start playing the other game together.

For a few minutes, Kenma actually avoided looking at his phone, using the time to catch up on the notes he hadn't taken down instead. His hand worked slowly, deliberately giving him more time to think about an answer. In his peripheral vision, he could see [Name]'s shoulders slumping. It was almost as if the longer he waited to give her an answer, the more her chipper personality deflated. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the time they'd spent together; he just didn't know what to make of this entire situation.

Finally, after a good ten minutes had passed, Kenma sent a text back saying, I'd like that.

Immediately after sending the message, Kenma's eyes locked onto [Name]. As she was reading his text, he noticed her visibly relax. Then, as if some newfound energy had invaded her body, she sat up straighter and began to text him once more. Kenma swore that if she looked any happier, she would tip the teacher off to what she was really doing. Then they'd both get in trouble.

Maybe this time instead of a cafe we can go to a place you like.

It was a nice thought and Kenma had been wanting to go to a few stores lately to get things on a list of items he had been saving up for. He'd normally ask Kuroo to go along with him, but all the third years had been so busy lately with upcoming entrance exams for college—not that Kenma trusted his friend was studying very hard. Going alone to crowded places wasn't a very appealing thought either.

There was just one thing Kenma had to confirm before he would agree to hang out with [Name] again.

Is this a date?

Her response was immediate. Did you want it to be?