Serendipity: Haikyuu Fanfic

Strike Two

The second strike was more chaotic than the first.

This time, it started with Kenma, and then add a distracting game on his phone to the mix — that was how he managed to lose himself from Kuroo on his way to this bakery shop.

It was called Lucy's Cakes, a local bakery just four blocks from Nekoma High. However, the place is run down; it's squeezed between two small stores, so it's not known by any student in Nekoma except for them - aka a secret haven in Kenma's dictionary.

Their delicious and apple pie compensates for the sub-par environment, after all the cafe specializes on European style deserts. Kenma visited various cafes and restaurants all over Tokyo, and none can compare it to how the baker cooks it there.

But now, thanks to his game (which he eventually lost to the level), he found himself in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Suburbs in Tokyo are like mazes... Only without a definitive end to it. All the houses look the same, and just so coincidentally, his phone has no bar of signal to contact Kuroo.

Kenma decides it's no big deal. Perhaps he can take a couple random turns, and he'll eventually run into a part of the suburbs he's actually familiar with.

After a couple turns, he finds the demon cat sunbathing just above the trash lid — Maru, as he recalled Kuroo called him. He looked incredibly bloated, with his large, fluffy belly sticking up. Kenma noticed a fact that Kuroo may have overlooked: Maru was actually a she.

"...Are you lost?"

Kenma turns around to see a girl with a handful of groceries. She stood at a good couple inches smaller than him, the load she carries quite impressive for her size. She did not break a sweat, however, only waited for Kenma's response.

"Yeah." A short reply for the short girl.

"I figured," she replies, jerking her head in the direction Kenma was heading. "If you continued on that way, you would hit dead end."

"Ah. I see."

"You were heading to -?"

"Lucy's Cakes."

He expected a confused look from her, knowing the unpopularity of the place. But instead she raises her eyebrows in mild surprise before saying, "Oh. Well, I was actually going to drop these off over there. There's a shorter path we can take."

It's then that Kenma notices that the bags were filled with bakery products: flour, yeast, strawberries, lemons and cinnamon to name a few. Kenma asks out of politness if she needed help, but she refused the offer with a thanks.

And so the two got to walking. Oddly enough for Kenma, he never felt uncomfortable within the first meeting as things with other people usually goes. He was quiet — she was quiet, but no effort was made to keep up a polite conversation. Kenma found this comforting.

"You must be...that one person who always order a slice of apple pie." She says after a while, and Kenma nods quietly. With so little regular customers, it's pretty easy to recognize who is who.

"They're very good," he said. And 'good' is an understatement. It's more on the words of heavenly, he were to admit it.