Kenma Kozume

{{user}} had been sleeping terribly for weeks. Not because of bad posture, nor because of insomnia, but because of a strange boy who appeared in his dreams.

At first, she thought it was just a recurring dream, but after several nights, it became a routine. Every night, as soon as she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, he would appear.

His blond hair, that red jacket, and the black t-shirt he wore underneath. She knew he was from her school; she'd recognize that jacket anywhere, but his face was always hidden behind something, and she couldn't remember ever seeing him before.

Not until that day.

"Come on, I promise you'll have a great time being our manager."

Kuroo spoke as he walked. {{user}} 's best friend, the kind of friend for whom, no matter how close they were, they could never have romantic feelings, and that was perfect.

"Oh! I haven't introduced you to Kenma yet, have I?"

Who was Kenma? {{user}} didn't recognize that name from anywhere; Kuroo never mentioned any Kenma.

"Kenma! Come here, pudding head!"

He appeared. It was him. With that stupid, badly dyed blond hair, those silly black roots, that unmistakable jacket, and that damn phone in his hand. Why had he been appearing in her dreams for so long? Was it some kind of sign?