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Bzzt.
Kuroo looked up from his homework at the sound of his phone. Odd, he thought, that someone would be messaging him now; it was only, oh, around 6 at night. He thought that most people he knew would either be eating or focused on other things (much like he was right now).
Regardless, Kuroo picked up his phone and flipped it open. It was probably Kenma, anyway, saying he lost his console charger or something like that. (Last time that happened, Kuroo was on his hands and knees for an hour on the floor looking for it, only for it to be found under Kenma’s books on his desk. Kuroo lost feeling in his arms and legs for a while and had to lie there in refuge.)
1 new message from: Tsukki
Now that got Kuroo's attention. Tsukishima had only reluctantly given Kuroo his number at the last training camp to get him off his back, and only ever responded to Kuroo's messages when prompted to. Why would the glasses-wearing boy message him now, of all times?
Kuroo's heart skipped. Perhaps his protege… wanted advice from him? That must’ve been it! But what about? Maybe he needed tips for blocking? Help with schoolwork?
...No, thinking rationally, Tsukki was too proud to ask about volleyball. And he seemed like the studious type, the independent type who liked to figure out his problems himself.
Could he... just have wanted to talk?
Kuroo couldn't take it anymore. He clicked the buttons on his phone to navigate to his inbox and opened the new message.
Show this to Kozume-san.
...Oh.
Kuroo could feel his spirit deflating. And here he thought Tsukki was finally starting to like him a little, or at the very least tolerate him. He guessed not. Way to jump to conclusions, Kuroo.
Whoa, but wait. What's this thing he needed to show Kenma? It would probably be important, given that Tsukki was the one sending it. Either that or it was too hilarious to not be shared. At least, that was his own philosophy.
There was a picture attachment.
He opened it.
...Oh.
This definitely went under the second category.
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[9/24 18:20]
To: Kenma
Subject: [NO SUBJECT]
1 photo attachment
hey check out what tsukki sent me
[9/24 18:21]
From: Kenma
Subject: Re: [NO SUBJECT]
!!
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Kenma did not know what to make of the picture Kuroo sent.
Who knew that thinking of Shouyou at the moment would yield... this?
Still on his phone at the moment: a picture of the ginger boy in what looked like a girl's uniform, his face red, one hand trying to block himself from the camera's view.
Kenma knew that Shouyou didn't know he had seen it. Of course he wouldn't; it came from Kuroo who got it from Tsukishima, who he wasn't too keen on in the first place. Kenma could also guess that Shouyou didn't want anyone to see it (it wasn't hard to; anyone could see his distress on his face).
So... did it make him a bad boyfriend if he thought Shouyou looked really cute in that skirt?
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Sender: Shouyou
Subject: Hi!!!
[9/24 20:05]
hey!!!! ( ＾∇＾) whatcha doing?
Oh shit. What was he going to do? Tell Shouyou ‘oh not much, just thinking about you and that picture of you in a skirt and how cute you looked’?
Sent to: Shouyou
Re: Hi!!!
[9/24 20:05]
nothing really, just thinking of you
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: (・◇・)
[9/24 20:06]
(*≧▽≦) !!!!
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: ♥♥♥♥
[9/24 20:06]
i miss you too!!! ♥～(‘▽^人)
Well, he didn’t seem to know yet. At least Kenma wasn’t totally lying that he was thinking about Shouyou. (That would never be a lie. He thought about Shouyou all the time.)
They chat for a little while (Shouyou brings up volleyball practice and it kinda goes from there; he had finally been able to hit a decent serve today and he was so proud). Kenma let his face involuntarily slip into a smile at his boyfriend's chatter. This was normal, after all. Nothing exciting; just what he was comfortable with.
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: You???
[9/24 20:19]
so what about you? anything happen today?
There it is. The question that Kenma was dreading the entire night, spelled in pixels on his cell screen.
Sent to: Shouyou
Subject: Re: You???
[9/24 20:20]
no. nothing. same as always
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: ???
[9/24 20:20]
hehhh, really? doesn’t seem like it to me . . .
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: Tell me!!!
[9/24 20:21]
cmon spill! i wanna know what you did!!
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: ??
[9/24 20:22]
pleeeeease??? （⌒▽⌒ゞ
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: I’m begging
[9/24 20:23]
kenmaaaaaaa
Shouyou just wasn’t gonna let up on this, was he? God, what was he going to do? Kenma didn’t want to lie to him; he knew that lying always made things worse. But telling him would definitely be as disastrous. Kenma almost groaned; he hated making decisions like this.
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: Are you okay?
[9/24 20:25]
is everything alright kenma? you don't have to tell me anything if you really don't want to! i'm just worried...
Kenma felt his heart flutter and his face heated. His boyfriend was the cutest, most sincere person ever. It was both a blessing and a curse, Kenma thought as he felt his reserves crumble just rereading those words.
Sent to: Shouyou
Subject: Re: Are you okay?
[9/24 20:26]
well. kuroo sent me a picture today.
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: Heh??
[9/24 20:26]
( ・◇・)？ of what?
Sent to: Shouyou
Subject: Re: Heh??
[9/24 20:27]
uh. you.
Sent to: Shouyou
Subject: Fwd: [NO SUBJECT]
[9/24 20:28]
1 photo attachment
he said he got it from tsukishima. so.
Sender: Shouyou
Subject: !!!!
[9/24 20:30]
ahhhhHH
Kenma’s phone rings. If there were a God, it was sure to be laughing at him right now.
He touches the screen, picking up the call.
“THE SKIRT WASN’T MINE, I LOST A BET TO TSUKISHIMA AND YACHI-SAN LENT ME HER UNIFORM JUST TO GET IT OVER WITH, PLEASE DON’T HATE MEEEE!!!” Shouyou wails out all in one breath. He’s so loud Kenma has to hold the phone away from his ear.
Wait, what?
“Why would I hate you for that?” Kenma replies, his brows knitting together in confusion. He’s shocked that Shouyou said that; he was so sure that he’d be getting yelled at (well, in anger, not crying) that now that his boyfriend wasn't mad at him beyond all repair he didn't really know what to do.
"Because you'll think I'm weird for going along with it! You know no normal guy would put on a skirt and I did and I didn't even mind and I even liked it and you don't wanna be with someone weird like me so-"
"Shouyou."
Shouyou stops his rambling at Kenma's interjection with a yelp. Kenma can’t help but smile a little.
“Wearing a skirt isn’t going to make you weird or make me hate you. It shouldn’t be a problem, whatever you want to wear. You’re still the same Shouyou I like.” Kenma looked down at his lap, feeling himself get embarrassed. “That I love, even.”
There’s silence on the other end, besides Shouyou’s quiet breaths. Way to go, me, that was way too heavy for the moment, Kenma thought, cursing himself.
“Um, uh, I didn’t mean to say that just now, I was only thinking-” Yes, I did! Stop talking!
There’s a light laughter from Shouyou that stops Kenma. “Sorry, Kenma, I’m just realizing how stupid I must have sounded saying all that! But you were really sweet just now!” He sniffles a little. “Thanks for saying what you did for me. And for putting up with when I get all gwehh and forgetting things. And, uh, Iloveyoutoo!”
Kenma can practically hear the grin in Shouyou’s voice, can practically see him fidgeting in his seat. His smile widens.
“Yeah. Love you.”
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[9/24 18:22]
To: Tsukki
Subject: Wow
never thought that you'd be into that stuff, tsukki, i'm shocked, really
not that it's a BAD thing ~
[9/24 18:23]
From: Tsukki
Subject: Re: Wow
Of course not. The shorty lost a bet; this was his punishment.
And don't you start talking about what's 'good' or 'bad'.
[9/24 18:24]
To: Tsukki
Subject: Ohoho?
i bet you'd look really cute in one of those ;) ;) ;)
[9/24 18:25]
From: Tsukki
Subject: Ugh
Why do I know you.