That Number Ten

3.Black Cat means Bad Luck

"And – and – " Hinata stammered into the phone, desperate to get every word out as quick as possible.

"Slow down, Shouyou, I'm not going anywhere," Kenma's placid, but fond voice sounded over the receiver.

"S-Sorry," Hinata replied, burrowing further under his covers. "We don't get to speak often. And I needed to tell you how absolutely perfect the Grand King's face is after it's been hit with a broom!"

"Why are we hitting people in the face with brooms? You'll have to remind me."

"Oikawa keeps asking me out on dates," Hinata grumbled. "I can't tell if it's serious or not, but it's really annoying. It's the third time this month! I want to play volleyball, and as much fun as it is to see Daichi-senpai chase someone that isn't me around the gym with a broom, its disruptive!"

"Ah, that does sound troublesome. I – " there was sudden clattering on the other side, banging and faint cursing.

"Kenma-kun?" Hinata asked, voice unsure.

"Ah! It's the shortie!" Kuroo's boisterous tone burst across the receiver and Hinata blinked, confused at the sudden switch.

"Eh?! I'm not short, Kuroo-san! Where did Kenma-kun go?"

"Kenma is currently indisposed, he – "

"No, I'm not, Shouyou, Tetsurou refuses to give me back my phone."

"I want to talk too!" Kuroo whined, and Hinata couldn't stifle his quiet giggle, even with his knuckles pressed to his mouth.

There was silence on the other end.

"D-Did you just laugh?"

"Tetsurou, no."

"Y-Yes?" Hinata replied hesitantly, staring at his ceiling and feeling something twist in his gut. Trepidation. Must be.

"Oh no."

"Tetsurou, I swear to god."

"Is there something wrong?" Hinata asked, sitting up and letting the covers fall from his head.

"Yes, there's something wrong. Very wrong. Very, very, wrong."

"Is Kenma-kun okay?!" was Hinata's first thought, despite having heard the Nekoma setter speak not thirty seconds ago.

"Kenma is okay. It's my heart that's not."

"Tetsurou I'm going to count to five."

Hinata stared down at the phone in horror before shoving it back against his ear.

"Kuroo-san? Are you okay? Are you ill, are you sick? Are you dying?"

"Kenma, Kenma I can't even, Kenma I can't –"

"One."

"Kenma-kun, is Kuroo-san dying?" Hinata asked desperately. "Is he okay? Is he having a heart attack?"

"Tetsurou is fine for now, but won't be if he doesn't shut up. Two."

"Kenma-kun it's just…just too precious I can't help myself."

"Three."

"What's the countdown for?" Hinata was starting to feel hysterical, fingers clenched around the phone. "Is everything okay?"

"Hinata-kun, listen very carefully," Kuroo began, voice serious as Kenma reached 'four' in the background. "This is very important. I need you to – hrrk!" His voice cut out at the same time Kenma reached 'five' and Hinata stared at the wall in fear as the phone fell silent.

Eventually, Kenma spoke again.

"Sorry about all that Shouyou. Tetsurou was being dramatic. We'll have to talk later, if that's okay?"

"Oh, oh, Kenma-kun, wait! Did your coach give you the news?"

"…News?"

Hinata grinned victoriously.

"Karasuno is coming to the Tokyo Training Camp!"

"Fuck yes!" was hollered in the background and Hinata could only blink, startled as the line cut out, Kenma hanging up suddenly and without warning.

His phone beeped with a text not two seconds later.

Sorry. Had to deal with Tetsurou. It'll be nice seeing you at the Training Camp!

Hinata's response included at least six emojis and a wayward heart.

Kenma was nice enough to reply in kind.

Not even two days later he received a text with an unknown number signed Tetsurou-chan, and a text seconds later from Kenma telling him to immediately delete the new number.