seventeen | kuroken

one

kenma doesn't like stereotypes.

i mean, who does? not all white people are racist. not all straight people are homophobic. not all girls are weak. not all asians are good at math. 

and not all cheerleaders are girls.

it's not like cheerleading is his career path but it is something that he enjoys a lot.

kenma never really gave it a second thought when a friend of him asked to join. some people really think cheerleading is a 'girly sport' but really, it's probably just as hard as football. it requires physical strength and skill, and a lot of trust.

and gender roles have always been stupid. girls can't be masculine and boys can't be feminine.

but kenma was happy when he found out that there was another boy on the team. he did cheer throughout high school and there weren't any boys on the team, so he did feel a little left out.

the other boy was an upperclassman. his name was sugawara koshi and kenma legit thinks he was born with the angels.

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"pleaseeeee kenmaaaaa," suga whined.

kenma looked up from his game console. "why do you want to go so bad?"

suga didn't say anything so kenma continue to talk. "are you crushing on one of the guys on the team?"

suga's pale face was now flushed with the color of red. "called it," kenma said.

"s-shut up! i can't help it okay? my gay ass is doing it by itself."

kenma let out a sigh, closed his game, and got up. suga gave the short boy a confused look. kenma raised his eyebrow. "didn't you say you wanted to go watch them practice or were you begging me for nothing?"

suga's entire face lit up and gave kenma a hug. "you are the best~" he sang.

kenma shrugged the older boy off. "yeah, yeah, let's go before i change my damn mind."

the two went out of the dorm rooms and onto the football field. there were multiple cheerleaders out sitting on the metal bleachers. the two males took a seat not too far from the front.

"so," kenma says, nudging suga with his elbow. "which one is it?"

"number twenty. look at him," suga gushed.

kenma took his eyes off his friend to find the mysterious number twenty. he scanned the football players. he did see some familiar names on the jerseys.

tanaka, iwaizumi, ushijima, terushima.

still no number twenty. the coach blew his whistle and all of the boys turned their back on them.

twenty runs by, talking to iwaizumi.

sawamura.

a small laugh came out of kenma's lips. "isn't he in your bio class?"

suga nods his head. "mhm and he's so nice." suga squeals.

"i mean, he is pretty good looking."

"he's fucking daddy material,"

kenma laughed. "whoa there, suga. calm down, you thirsty bastard."

he heard his friend laugh as his gaze went back on the field. kenma never really paid that much attention to the football team, but he did respect the shit out of them because kenma could not imagine getting rammed full speed into the stomach and getting right back up.