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🐾 Kenma would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit on edge. The adrenaline rush from after the game made him feel light headed, and the seemingly hundreds of hands that touched him to congratulate after they won made him feel even worse. But the taller males hands were something that wasn’t foreign to him, so Kenma took the opportunity to move and settle himself in the others arms. 

‘ I’m fine. ‘ he assured, even after he started to curl up in the others lap. 

"Watch out!"

"Shut up."

"Go away."

"Please stay."

"Come here."

"Don't go."

"Leave me."

"Please help?"

"Help me."

"You suck."

"I'm hurt."

"You're mine."

"I'm yours."

"You're bleeding."

"I'm here."

"I'm leaving."

"Buy it."

"What's this?"

"Sit down."

"Kiss me."

"Try it."

"Stop that."

"Let's go."

🐾 Kenma felt the walls closing in as a pale hand moved to grip on the back of Hinatas shirt. There were too many people, all he wanted to do was get out. The only reason he hadn’t said anything earlier was because he knew that Hinata was having fun. . . of course he was. They were supposed to be training, but Kenma didn’t feel too good being at a school that wasn’t his own, even though he had been at his rivals school many times before.  They were both sitting at the side lines, but Hinata looked ready to jump back in, Kenma. . . not so much.  He tugged on his shirt again.  ‘ Shoyou. . .’ he spoke, his voice barely piercing the loud, head ache enducing noise. He tried again.  ‘ S-Shoyou. . . ‘ 

Hinata’s smile is sleepy and his eyes bleary, closing them once Kenma is settled down. “It’s okay. I think I’ll sleep better now knowing you’re here…” Kenma gives him a sense of comfort. He smeels so sweet and feels so warm. “Just let me know if you need anything…”

🐾 He just wanted to calm down. Hinata was already helping with that, even if the other didn’t realize it. Kenma moved a hand to try to grab onto the other males, sitting up a little bit in the process. He didn’t even know why he was crying. . . but he was.  ‘ S-Shoyou. . . ‘ he spoke quietly. 

HInata yawns, blinking lightly his sleep away. He could just feel Kenma’s tensed body across the bed from him. “Ah, sorry…” He yawns once more and rubs his eye to see the blond better. “It’s cold… Did you want to sleep here with me?”

🐾 It was amazing how Kenma didn’t even need to speak, Hinata just understood him. Sitting up and emerging slowly from under the covers, the setter rubbed the tears from his eyes and gently started to make his way over to crawl under the covers with the orange haired male.  ‘ S-Sorry I w-woke you . . . ‘ he replied, settling right next to him. 

In his sleeping daze, Hinata senses a certain warmth and smell coming closer into his bed. So sweet and warm. Smelling like warm apples and cinnamon…

“Kenma…” He murmurs, his hand reaching out to his friend needily.

🐾 Kenma felt like crying. Mostly because he was frustrated he couldn’t find warmth as much as he would like to. It wasn’t as easy as he wanted it to be. The movement of Hinatas hand scared him, retracting back into hiding under the covers. There he would stare at the other through the small opening. 

it was so cold in their dorm, and kenma wasn’t about to let himself freeze when there was a perfectly warm spot only a short walk away. Shivering as his bare feet hit the cold floor, the cat slowly made his way to sneak into the bed next to Hinata. 

Usually when Kenma couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t find someone that peaked his interested for the night, he got up to walk around. But due to how different his surroundings were than his own or Kuroos’ house, there was a little bit of hesitation on the cat’s part. He settled with sitting on a nearby patch of grass near the gym. This was fine, he knew his surroundings . . . he was fine. His PSP wasn’t even on, but pale hands still ran over the cool buttons to keep himself attached to reality.