Bedhead and Shadows
“Bedhead.” The word came unbidden from his lips, and Kenma wasn’t quite sure why he’d answered. He rarely spoke to people, not even those in the volleyball team, not even if Kuro was around. And that afternoon, Kuro wasn’t there, having been suspended from club activities for a week.
Everyone swivelled around and stared at him. Hashimoto, the third year Setter and Vice-Captain, started forwards and leant into Kenma.
“What did you say, little shadow?”
Kenma licked his lips, already regretting that he’d spoken, regretting that he’d even turned up, had ever agreed to join the stupid club.
(“It’ll be fun!” Kuro had insisted. But it wasn’t.)