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“Kou! Wanna go to the new cafe downtown?”
“Lemme guess, Kenma’s coming?”
Kuroo groaned. “Dude, come on, please.”
Bokuto glared at him. “Dude. I’m sick of third wheeling. I do not want to go.”
“Please, Kou? Just this once.”
“You say that everytime! And I always end up going home by myself because you go over to Kenma’s to do stuff! Why do you even need me there?”
Kuroo dramatically draped himself across the couch. “I need support. I’m still new to this dating thing and if I screw it up and Kenma ditches me I want you to be able to cheer me up right after.”
Bokuto gave him a look of irritation. “Tets, you’ve literally known them since you guys have been like, seven. If Kenma’s put up with you for all those years, I don’t think they’re going to dump you out of the blue. Unless you’re cheating on them. Are you cheating on them?”
Kuroo gave him a look of utter disbelief. “Absolutely not.”
Bokuto shrugged, kicking Kuroo’s feet away so he could sit down on the couch. “You’ll be fine then. Probably.”
“Probably?!” Kuroo cried. “So it’s still possible?”
“Bro, get a hold on yourself. Look, I’m not the person you should be asking. I’ve never been on a second date with someone, do I look like I know what I’m doing when it comes to relationships?”
Kuroo moaned. “You’re right,” He said, drawing out the ‘i’. “You’re not the person I should be asking. But who else am I supposed to ask? Daichi?”
Bokuto snorted at that. “Dude, Daichi’s like the densest person I’ve ever met. He’s probably worse than me. His advice would probably be something basic you can find on the internet.”
“Exactly,” Kuroo sighed. “Anyways, you’ll come to the cafe with us right?”
Bokuto groaned. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”
Kuroo gave him a wicked grin. “Nope.”
“Kenma! Hey, Kitten! Pronouns?”
“He him,” Kenma muttered. “And stop calling me Kitten.”
“You know you love it,” Kuroo chuckled. “Hey! Kou, over here!”
Bokuto made his way over, glowering. “Oh, yes. Another day of third wheeling. I’m so excited. I’m going to have the best day of my life today.”
Kuroo whacked him. “Oh, come on, don’t be sarcastic!”
“Kuro, you’re going to bust his arm off. Don’t hit him so hard.”
Bokuto just glowered some more. “This isn’t sarcasm. Not at all. I’m being very genuine right now.”
Kenma gave him a look of sympathy. “Did he drag you here again?”
“Yeah,” Bokuto grumbled. “I wanted to stay home and watch Mean Girls.”
“Anyways!” Kuroo declared loudly before Kenma could tell Bokuto that he could go home if he wanted. “I hear this chain of cafes is actually well known at it’s other locations. I have high expectations, y’know?”
Neither Kenma or Bokuto said anything. Kuroo laughed nervously.
“Okay then! Let’s go!”
“Hey, this stuff is pretty good!” Bokuto exclaimed, having gotten over his gloomy mood. He continued stuffing his face with the pastries they’d gotten.
“Are you glad you came along now?”
Kenma gave Kuroo a reprimanding look. Kuroo pointedly ignored him.
Bokuto shrugged, taking a sip of his smoothie. “I guess it’s bearable. It’s not like you guys have been making out the whole time, so today’s very okay.”
Kenma went pink, busying himself with his PSP.
“I’m still annoyed that I’m third wheeling though. Man, why can’t I find someone who’ll date…?” Bokuto trailed off, mouth open and smoothie straw halfway to his mouth. Kuroo looked up from his food, confused by the abrupt cutoff. “Kou? Hello? Earth to Kou?”
Bokuto closed his mouth, opened it, then closed it again. He then pointed at a group who’d just entered the cafe. Kuroo turned to look at them.
Two of them were ahead of the third, the carmel brown haired boy clinging onto the dark brown haired boy. The one lagging behind them looked like he didn’t want to be there, his black hair messy and his eyes tired.
“He’s so pretty,” Bokuto said, the smoothie in his hand forgotten. “Do you think he’d go out with me?”
Kuroo looked at Bokuto, then looked at the trio now ordering, then looked at Kenma, then looked at Bokuto again.
“Well, it depends which one you’re talking about. Cause it looks like two of them are dating or something.”
“The one with the pretty eyes,” Bokuto said, still staring at the group. “The one behind the other two. The pretty one.”
Kuroo looked at the group again, then looked at Kenma. Kenma shrugged.
“Well, he looks pretty single, so go ask him for his number or something.”
“Oh, man,” Bokuto moaned, finally looking away and burying his face in his hands. “He’s literally the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. He’s prettier than Daichi’s boyfriend. And Daichi’s boyfriend is really pretty. What if he’s straight? Or maybe he already has a partner. He probably already has one. Look how pretty he is! How can he not have a girlfriend or boyfriend already? Oh, man, I’m so screwed. Kuroo, help me. What do I do?”
Kuroo just laughed as he stood up, passive-aggressively patting Bokuto’s shoulder. “No worries. I got your back, bro.”
Bokuto looked up. “Kuroo, what are you doing? Oh, no, are you going to go ask him for his number or something? Oh, no, Tets, don’t do that. Oh my god, no, don’t go, Tets, I’m begging you. There’s no way he’s single or gay, let alone both. No, Kuroo, please.”
Kuroo shook off Bokuto’s grip. “Don’t worry! I promise I’ll land you a date.”
Bokuto groaned, slumping down into his seat and looking like he wanted to disappear. He was utterly screwed.
Kenma offered him a look of sympathy.
Bokuto watched dreadfully as Kuroo made his way over to where the trio had sat down, grinning cockily. There was no way. Bokuto hated him. Best bro’s were supposed to support you, not embarrass you to death. He briefly wondered if Kenma would be willing to become his new best bro. Or maybe Daichi. Daichi would be cool too.
Kuroo’s signature laugh cut through the peaceful hum of the cafe, successfully pulling Bokuto’s attention back to him and the trio.
The light brown haired boy was still clinging to the other boy, but he was laughing at whatever Kuroo had said. The one Bokuto was interested in was sitting across from the duo, looking flabbergasted. Kuroo said something and pointed to where they were sitting, causing the trio to glance over. Kuroo glanced over as well, giving Bokuto a huge grin.
Bokuto discreetly flipped him off. Kenma just sighed, like he was disappointed in his boyfriend.
It took another five minutes before Kuroo came strutting back, grinning widely and handing Bokuto a napkin with a series of hastily scrawled numbers written on it. “Kou, my man,” he started, plopping down next to Kenma. “You now have a date this Saturday at five at the Crows Fly Arcade. How do you feel?”
Bokuto stared at the phone number scribbled on the napkin.
“No way.”
Kuroo’s grin grew wider. “Yes way.”