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Fact No.2 About Kenma
He knew how to bake, and he probably liked it.
Kuroo thought back to his first birthday with Kenma. He was turning nine and had planned out his entire day with Kenma. Well, if you count writing a list of video games to play with your best friend as a plan. Kenma had raised his eyebrows at the piece of paper when Kuroo gave it to him. Kuroo had just grinned in response.
“Kuroo, are you sure you wanna just play video games?” Kenma’s eyes were searching, uncertainty floating in them ever so slightly.
“Mhm! That’s okay right?” Kuro thought, did Kenma not want to play video games? He was a little panicked before he heard Kenma let out a huff.
“...Sure.” Peering at him, Kuroo grinned at his answer.
After setting everything up Kenma passed a controller over to Kuroo. Kuroo took it gratefully and they settled into the comfortable familiar space that was Kenma’s room. Not long after, Kenma’s mum called them down to have lunch. Stepping into the dining room, they sat down to a table of warm homemade food. Kuroo was about to dig in when Kenma’s mum popped her head in through the doorway with her eyebrows raised.
“Ahem, Mister Birthday Boy, did you wash your hands?” Kuroo’s eyes widened as he rushed into the washroom to do as he was told. Kenma had slipped from his mind, once he was back Kenma was already sitting at the table with food in his mouth.
Kenma finished before him which Kuroo was not happy about. Kuroo stuffed so much food in his mouth he started choking. Kenma’s eyes widened, calling for his mum in a panic. His mum came in just as Kuroo was recovering. Kenma was sent out to grab some water for his friend. Returning with a glass he glared at Kuroo. He gave the glass to his mum to bring it to Kuroo. Staying at the doorway, Kenma started to scowl as if he had just thought of something terrible as if he was the one that was choking.
“Eat slower,”
“It’s your fault for finishing before me”
“Eat slower, or you’re not getting any birthday cookies,” Kuroo went silent. Kenma’s mother shook her head in amusement. Leaning towards Kuroo she spoke in a loud whisper.
“Kenma worked really hard on your cookies, he wouldn’t let me help. He’s just scared you won’t be able to eat them after.”
“Really?!” She nodded with a warm smile. Kuroo’s mood brightened and he diligently continued to eat. His best friend stood still leaning at the doorway, cheeks dusted pink. His mother winked at him before leaving the two boys to their own devices.
Kuroo spent the rest of his birthday happily munching at the cookies Kenma made him, and every other birthday after that.
When they grew up, it wasn’t uncommon for Kuroo to come home and be greeted by the smell of fresh apple pies or some other sweet pastry. Kenma would be sitting at the kitchen island playing on his PSP with two plates of whatever baked good he made waiting to be eaten.