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— one: phone number —
“This was the worst decision ever and I officially hate you, Kuroo Tetsurou.”
“When that camera turns on we all know you start liking it so get over it, dwarf.”
“Right. So, let’s get it over with. Are the camera settings still the same?”
“Yup.”
“Alright.” Kozume Kenma fixes his wig in the window reflection. “Ready when you are.”
Kenma breaths in once more and in the reflection of his phone he is checking if his hair isn’t messed up for the very last time. He gives Tetsurou a thumbs up. “Let’s go.” He breaths out.
Tetsurou gives him a three-two-one count down with his fingers and Kenma shows a soft smile the camera. “Hello everybody, this is Kodzuken and welcome back to one of my videos.” For the last time he is contemplating whether or not he should still go on with this ridiculous idea. But the fans voted for it, and that is something that he did these days to get some fan input. “Yes, it’s me, Kodzuken, I might not look like it today, but per your demands I am,” he takes in a small breath and suppresses a chuckle, “cosplaying as Link today and going out to strangers to prank them. With my friend Kuroo, who you’re all familiar with, behind the camera,” Tetsurou, moving the camera towards him, gives a small wave into it, “as my moral support and the genius behind the poll, we’re going to do this.”
He didn’t tweet about his whereabouts for today, because he didn’t want a mob of people to follow him. That would have been too much of hassle.
Yeah. Nope.
Having pulled four pranks after pranks, they finally decide to take a break. Kenma, of course, is not really a people person. So, a break was quickly decided on. Tetsurou ordered them a coffee—he liked them black nowadays—while Kenma took a soda.
And then it happens. As soon as he takes his first sip he hears it.
“Uwoohh!!!”
Kenma nearly chokes on his soda from the weird sound coming from somewhere around the two of them. Tetsurou, too, looks up and then at Kenma.
“Uwoh?” Tetsurou repeats. “What the fuck was that?”
Kenma is looking around but isn’t seeing anything obvious. He shrugs it off and and is about to take another sip before hearing the stomping of feet coming closer and closer. He puts his coffee down and looks into his cup.
“This is the best Link cosplay I’ve ever seen, oh my god!!!” Kenma looks up after a few seconds, after feeling something radiate around him.
“Who?” Kenma squints, not really being able to see that well against the sun.
“Yours!!!”
After blinking a few times and Tetsurou eyeing the person in an odd way, the sun dims a little and the person who spoke sat down at their table.
“You’re Link cosplay is so amazing! Gosh, this is probably what it would look like if Link would ever really-really talk, you know!”
Kenma doesn’t even have the time to speak or reply, because the boy doesn’t stop talking.
“This is really amazing, wow this if the most amazing cosplay I’ve ever seen in my entire life. How did you make the clothes? Did you make them yourself? The wig, too! Looks so soft, wow, I want to touch it. Can I touch it? No, wait. That would be too weird. Oh my goodness, I am so impressed. Have I told you how impressed I am? This is crazy. I like this so much.”
“Dude! Do you have a mute button or something?” Tetsurou cuts in, and Kenma notices Tetsurou is kind of confused and weirded out at the same time.
The boy looks taken aback. “I…” he starts.
Kenma has to suppress a smile. “Thanks,” he says to comfort the boy, ignoring Tetsurou’s previous made comment.
The boy, in return, gives Kenma the biggest smile he had ever seen before. Something was stopping around them and Kenma doesn’t really realize it happening, but leave it to Tetsurou to kick him in the shins and bring him back to Earth. “Ouch,” he expresses softly, sending Tetsurou angry glares. “Meanie,” he whispers.
“So, uhm, this is super cool. Wow. Gosh, what is your Instagram handle, do you do more of these things or is this your first time? Because that would be crazy. Let me tell you, crazy! And you look so good in it, too! Amazing.”
“Dude, breathe,” Tetsurou starts laughing loudly, shocking the boy a little bit. “Your lung capacity is astonishing.”
The boy is laughing too, putting one of his hands behind his head. “Sorry,” he says, sheepishly.
‘Cute’ is all what strikes Kenma’s thoughts at the moment.
“I do have an Instagram, but I don’t really post cosplay on it, though.” He eyes the boy from underneath his lashes.
Before Kenma is able to elaborate on what he does do, the boy interrupts him. “Oh, that’s okay. This is already super impressive. I haven’t really played a lot of Zelda games, but who doesn’t know Link.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Kenma nods in response.
“This is so cool,” he repeats once more. The boy is completely in awe by Kenma’s cosplay, and Kenma can see Tetsurou enjoying every single second of it.
“Do you want to take a picture with him?” Tetsurou butts in.
“Tetsurou!” Kenma bites.
“Oh!” the boy yells before Kenma can say anything else. “ Can I? I’d love to!”
“Yeah, kid, of course! Give me your phone and I’ll take one of the two of you together.” Tetsurou grins widely at Kenma as he holds out his hand for the boy to give him his phone, not leaving Kenma’s eyes at all.
“So cool,” the boy whispers under his breath as he comes near Kenma, standing awkwardly next to him.
“Relax a little, kid!”
“You like cosplay a lot?” Kenma mumbles the question to him, while Tetsurou is taking a picture or two of the duo. Kenma takes a sip of his soda and sits back down.
The boy nods fast. “A lot! I’ve never done anything myself, and I find it totally awesome when someone actually does cosplay and all the effort they put into it is so fascinating. I wish I had that power and knowledge to do so.”
Were his eyes sparkling? Kenma shakes his head quickly, but not too noticeable of course. Tetsurou should never notice Kenma experiencing little feelings like this or whatsoever. No, absolutely not. The boy is definitely not sparkling—his eyes were, he means.
“Well, Kenma didn’t really make this himself either. In reality I helped him, a lot.” Tetsurou grins and eyes Kenma, who, in return, glares right back at him, and giving him a deja-vu and kicking him back in the in shins. “Ouch!”
Kenma casts another glance at the boy—whose name he still doesn’t know but really wanted to know. Should he go out and ask him or should he let it slide? He could really go and hit himself, that would be the better decision than anything. He’s hitting his imaginary head right now.
“Well, I gotta go,” the boy says, looking sad to be leaving. “But it was really nice meeting you! Good luck with the rest of your does and maybe I’ll see more of it.” He gets up and Kenma follows him with his eyes. His orange hair really does stand out nicely against the sun.
“Yeah, nice meeting you,” Tetsurou says, speaking for the both of them.
The boy smiles widely and Kenma feels his heartbeat through his ribs. Quickly, without thinking, he grabs a paper out of his backpack and a pen and scribbles something down on the piece of paper.
“Hey!” Kenma called to him, before he could walk away completely. “It’s dangerous to go alone. Take this.”
The boy looked confused for a second but walked back after seeing Kenma nudge something in his direction.
A paper.
Kenma pushes it in his hand and the boy just walks away with it.
“You don’t even fucking know his name,” Tetsurou exclaims, laughing like crazy at the act he just pulled. “And you said that iconic line from the game, how cheesy.”
“Oh, yes. But that’s okay. More time to get to know him even better.”
“He didn’t even fucking know who you were!” Tetsurou blurts out, shaking his head.
“All the better.”