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He didn’t mean to. It’s not like he meant to walk in on Kuroo sticking his tongue down some girl's throat. He just wanted to go in and ask Kuroo if he knew where he put his PSP. He didn’t hear the girl moaning under her breath, why would he? His throat was dry, and he was trying to not make any noise as he went to close the door. Didn’t Kuroo once tell him he wasn’t interested in relationships? Guess not... Obviously, this means Kuroo was going to put distance between the two. He felt a twinge of pain in his chest as he turned around and left, not wanting to make a scene out of what he just watched.
Kenma recognized her, she was in his science class. She always talked about Kuroo, bragging about how they hooked up at his birthday party. He didn’t originally believe it. Kuroo was his best friend, they told each other everything. Well, almost everything, apparently. Damnit , he thinks, I should have just waited so I could ask for my PSP back, oh well, too late I guess. He starts reminiscing on how they met, how Kuroo would sneak in his house at 3 am only to catch him playing games. Of course, he’d lie and tell Kuroo he woke up. He remembered the times where Kuroo took away his games and pushed him to eat. He knew that Kenma had a hard time eating. It’s not like he ever knew why though.
He stops on the bridge and looks down at the water, staring at his own reflection. He looked at how dark his eye-circles were, how his hair hung right on his shoulders and how his collarbones stick out right above the neckline of the hoodie he stole from his best friend. No wonder he thinks there’s something wrong with me, I look like a starved raccoon. He sighs and continues walking, hands in pockets, and head down.
Once he gets to his house he goes straight to his room, it’s not like his parents are home anyway. I really don’t want to go back to school tomorrow, he thinks as he throws himself onto his bed. Sighing, he turns onto his side and stares at his wall. It was covered in photos of Kuroo and him. He sighs and turns the other way around, not wanting to think about him anymore. God, if only he could get that disgusting image out of his head, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her long hair hanging across his shoulders, as if it was her way of saying “Back off, he’s mine”, how her hands roamed down his chest. She had a nice tan, completely different than his pale porcelain skin.
The more he compared her to himself, the more he realized that he was worthless. You didn’t realize that sooner? He thought to himself, you’ve just been dragging him along with whatever you want. You’re selfish. He shakes his head trying to snap out of his thoughts. He’s going to leave you tomorrow. He’s going to tell you he no longer wants to be friends with you, why would he? He’s going to show his new girl off to you then mock you. His chest tightens at the thought that Kuroo is going to let him go. He turns back and faces his clock, it’s already 7 pm. That was fast, I should probably get something to eat. He starts to stand up, but a wave of anxiety hits him and he sits back down. I’ll just go to sleep, I’m not that hungry anyway, he says to himself as he lies back down, not bothering with the covers.
A few hours later Kenma is woken up by a knocking noise on his door. As he’s slowly getting up he looks at his clock, three AM? Who the hell is here this early? He unlocks and opens the door to reveal an annoyed Kuroo.
“You left early, without me. What happened?” Kuroo asks, flouncing in and flopping onto Kenma’s bed. Maybe because I saw you smooching that girl.
“Oh I just didn’t feel good,” He responded lightly. He didn’t want Kuroo knowing he had walked in on him and that girl.
“Oh, you should have told me and I would have gotten you some soup,” Kuroo was calming down, “Have you eaten yet?” Kenma nodded, but a second later his stomach growled, telling Kuroo that he hadn't eaten. Stupid stomach. He chucked in embarrassment. “Stomachs don’t lie Kenma, so I’ll ask again. Have you eaten yet?” This time Kenma shakes his head and looks down to the floor. “Alright, I’ll go make some food, sit tight,” He nods as Kuroo makes his way to the kitchen.
“Why are you here at three a.m.?” Kenma asks him, slowly walking to the kitchen.
“You weren’t answering my calls, I got worried,” God, don’t say that to me. I might misunderstand. “Anyway, how does cold soba sound?” Kenma just nodded absentmindedly.
“So…” Kenma starts, “Is my PSP still in your bag?” Kuroo silently nods. “Then can I have it back?”
“No, not until after you eat,” He responds, and starts to put their food on plates. Kenma looks at his plate and he starts counting the calories in his head and decides how much to eat.
“Fine,” He sits down at his table and starts poking at his food. This is disgusting, I don’t want to eat this. Hands shaking, he picks up some of the noodles and slowly brings it to his mouth.
“It’s good right,” Kuroo gives him his famous grin as he himself shoves food into his face. Kenma just nods and tries to chew as quickly as possible. “Slow down Kenma, you’ll get sick.”
Kenma swallows the last bit in his mouth, “Ok. I’ll be right back.” Kenma says as he slowly gets up, the bathroom is right there. I’ll be quick. He starts making his way down the hall but Kuroo grabs him and drags him back in.
“Ah bup bup bup bup, where are you going. You haven’t finished eating,” Kuroo says, refusing to let Kenma go.
“I have to take a leak, let me go Kuroo.” I really wish he’d stop pretending to care.
“Kenma…” Kuroo looks at him with worry, “You’re getting thinner by the day… I’m just worried.” That face. Why is he making that face.
“Stop pretending to be worried about me!” Kenma slowly starts raising his voice. How dare Kuroo act like he cares about him, he didn’t want to be cared for then left. I need to cut this off before he can. “Kuroo. I’m fine, and I think it’s time for you to leave. Thanks for the food but I’m tired.”
“Kenma, please,” He pleads, “Don’t push me away. You can tell me anything,” Don’t do this…
“Just like you can tell me anything, right?” Kenma retorts in a mocking tone.
“What does that mean?” Is he seriously playing stupid? STOP, stop looking at me like that.
“When were you gonna tell me about your new girl?”
“New girl?” ...Is… he for real?
“The girl you shoved your tongue down in the gym! Seriously Kuroo, you’re going to lie to me? You’re such a hypocrite!” Kenma stomps to his room and locks his door behind him. Footsteps patter behind him and stop right in front of his door.
“Kenma… I’m not dating her.”
“Then why were you all over her?”
“She asked me if she could practice kissing, I know she likes me but I’m not into her. I’m into someone else.” That doesn’t make it any better, I don’t want to hear about your crush. Kuroo can hear Kenma sniffling behind the door and he softly knocks on the door.
Kenma hesitates, “W-what’s she like…” Kuroo chuckles.
“She’s really pretty,” Oh, so not me, “Her hair is medium length, and her eyes are really pretty. Really perceptive too, always knows when somethings up.” Kuroo chuckles, “Unlike me, I guess.” Why am I listening to this? Tears start rolling down Kenma’s cheeks.
“Kuroo…”
“Hmm?”
“C-can you please leave, I just really want to go to sleep…”
“Kenma…”
“Hmm?”
“Let me in right now,” Kenma makes a noise showing his disapproval. “If you don’t then I’m going to break your door down, and let myself in.” Kenma hesitates but overall obliges and slowly opens the door, staring up at Kuroo.
He’s so tall…
Kuroo looks down at Kenmas face and notices his red puffy eyes and the tear streaks. “What’s wrong,” He asks but is just returned with a head shake. He sighs and settles for bringing Kenma in for a hug. “Well, whatever's wrong. I’m here.”