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Winter. A good reason to buy three big boxes of your boyfriend's favorite hot chocolate. At least that's what Tetsurou thinks.
Morning Kenma doesn't think so, though.
“What the hell?” Kenma raises an eyebrow at the brown boxes towering in front of his eyes. The boxes are blocking the view of the whole cabinet, hence he can't grab his cereal. Heck, he can't even see anything in that cabinet, and he's starving.
“Kuro, are these boxes yours?” Kenma asks half-shouting from the kitchen. “They're so big, I can't see anything.”
Tetsurou rushes into the kitchen, still in boxers and his favorite dark red sweater—today he gets a day off of work. His signature smirk rises on his face. “Those are your favorites.”
Kenma stands on his tiptoes, golden eyes squinting to see better. “Are those ... hot chocolate boxes?”
“There are three of them.” Tetsurou walks towards the smaller man and rests his chin on top of his black-blond hair. “I bought them yesterday. You want some?”
A scowl appears on Kenma's face, his lips form a pout. “I just want to grab some cereal, not being blinded by some boxes that make me can't see shit.”
“You can just ask for my help.” The rooster-head stretches an arm across Kenma's neck and reaches out to put away the hot chocolate boxes. He digs into the cabinet and takes out a box of cereal. “You're welcome. Oh, and if you want hot chocolate, just ask me. I'll make it for you.”
“I can make them myself.” As he takes the cereal from Tetsurou's hand, he turns around and looks up at the latter's hazel eyes. “Besides, you don't know how to make my favorite hot chocolate.”
“Two tablespoons of cocoa, one tablespoon of creamer, and a pinch of sugar. A little less water because you like it a bit thick.” Kenma wishes he can erase that victorious smirk off of the face in front of him, but at the same time, he's happy that Tetsurou knows almost everything about him, or maybe even everything at this point. “Tell me something I don't know, Kodzuken. I'm your biggest fan after all.”
“Shut up. You don't even watch my streams in the last two weeks.”
Another expression of Tetsurou's that Kenma really wants to erase: the smug look. “You remember sirbubbles420? The tier-two member who was always asking you about your new merch? That's my manager's username. He was absent for two weeks to visit his family, so I borrowed his computer because mine was broken and I was too lazy to switch accounts. You're welcome, again.”
As Kenma's eyes widen in shock, Tetsurou leaves the kitchen with a prideful face and walks up the stairs to take a shower, leaving Kenma alone with disbelief and annoyance. That bastard, he thinks as he pours the cereal into the bowl. Whatever, I should get ready soon or there'll be no streams for the next two days. He then pours the milk and stirs the cereal soaked in it. Damn, I have so many things to do this week. Having multiple jobs is hard.
Kenma promised his viewers to stream in the morning today instead of doing it in the afternoons like his usual schedule on Mondays. His company, Bouncing Ball Corp., has been very busy since last week and Kenma hasn't been in so many meetings as now, and because this sudden meeting is held this afternoon (his secretary just informed him this last night at 12 a.m.), he can't stream at that time. Not to mention all the snow he has to go through to get to the meeting place. Working in the winter is a pain in the ass, especially when the weather is too cold just like today. Even Tetsurou said that he feels cold despite being inside the house.
“Hey, Kuro,” Kenma calls after he finishes his breakfast and goes upstairs to their room.
Tetsurou stops drying his hair and turns his head from the mirror in front of him. “Yeah?”
“Can you make me some hot chocolate for my stream? I don't think I'll have time to make it myself before I start.”
For fuck's sake, stop smirking like that, Kenma thinks as the corner of Tetsurou's mouth curls up. “Sure I can. I'll prove my words, Kodzuken.” He kisses Kenma's forehead and pushes his shoulder playfully. “Now go take a bath or you'll be late. Your stream is at quarter past eight, right?”
It's eight to five according to the clock. And before Kenma steps into the bathroom, Tetsurou says loudly, “You can use my dark green sweater, Kenma. You'll feel warmer in it. Also I washed all your hoodies so now you don't have any on you.”
Kenma smiles at the act of affection as closes the bathroom door, and Tetsurou can definitely feel it.
“Good morning!” Kenma greets his viewers. “How are you guys doing? It's very chilly here. Sorry that I have to advance the stream because I have something to do in the afternoon, but I hope this is worth it because we're going to play the second part, which people say is the most thrilling part of the game.”
The chat column blows up even more, filled with thousands of people greeting the streamer ('hey kodzukennn ilysm 💙💙💙'), asking and talking about his morning ('have u eaten breakfast? u look pale', followed by '@msbyhoe that's his natural skin tone dumbass'), about the game ('people say that part was really cool!'), about his jobs ('wtf? he's a ceo?'), even about Tetsurou ('your bf looks hot kenma 😏').
Kenma looks at the chat for a while and answers some of them. “Yeah, love you guys too. ... Yep, it's my natural skin, and yes, I've had breakfast. ... I hope it's as cool as they say. ... Uh, yeah, my company is called Bouncing Ball. ... Hahahaha, what?” His eyes move to look at the channel members' chats and read some of the them as well. “'Where's Kuroo?' Oh, he's just somewhere. Let's start playing the game now, shall we?”
@yuikeda99: LET'S GOOO
@kurokenist: but wheres kuroooo
@tootoot: @kurokenist stfu let him play
@holimacarony: IM EXICTED 😃
@holimacarony: *EXCITEF
@holimacarony: *EXCITED SHIT I CANT WRITE
@haru124haru: STARTTT 💖
@aoitakashii: YAYY
@heygoditsmeagain: HELL YEA 🙌🙌
@theking: why yall typin in caps
The first level of the second part is pretty easy, so as the second and third. The fourth part is a bit harder, but Kenma manages to finish it with quite a high score, although not as high as in the previous levels. He plans on finishing eight to ten levels today, but if he gets stuck in one of them, he'll have to reduce it to six or seven.
But it seems that the God of Fortune is not on his side because the fifth level is surprisingly hard. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath, eyes focused on his computer screen. He remains silent for a while, only thinking about the game, thus ignoring his dry throat and the temperature that's getting colder and colder. He coughs. Ugh, how can I be so stupid and forgot to bring water? Cold dry weather always makes me thirsty.
“Why is it suddenly cold?” Kenma shivers. “Just a bit more, guys, and then I'll rest for a while. After that I'll play level six and finish the stream.”
“Kenmaaaa! Here's your order!”
Seriously? “Kuro, not now,” he replies. “I'm finishing a hard level.”
Tetsurou walks into Kenma's room, one hand holding a mug of hot chocolate. “Here, your majesty.”
No matter how hard Kenma tries to tell him to go, he still makes his way to the streaming setup and stands beside Kenma to put the mug on the table, making an appearance on the stream.
The chat blows up like hell.
@kurokenist: AAAAA KUROOOO
@itsannajnb: OMG KUROO SO HOT
@theking: relax its just him whats the big deal
@oyeahoyeah: @theking SHUT UP PLS
@oyeahoyeah: hiii kuroo
@jpnvolleysimp: KUROO-SAN SIR HOW YOU DOIN
@msbyhoe: hey hey hey kuroo, do u know whats bokuto doing now?
@aoitakashii: @msbyhoe wtf 😭
@tootoot: kuroken omg my hearttt 🥺😭
@blep: who's kuroo?
Tetsurou laughs while reading the chat. “'Who's Kuroo?' Well, hi there, Blep, I'm Kuroo Tetsurou, sports promoter—”
“Shut up. Don't—” A cough interrupts Kenma's words, making Tetsurou's eyebrows furrow in concern.
“Hey, you okay?” Tetsurou rubs Kenma's shoulder. When Kenma doesn't answer, his eyes look for more information in the chat column. “'He's been playing the hard level for a long time' ... 'He was looking intensely at the screen so much' ... the fuck, Kenma?”
Kenma shakes his head. “I'm fine. Just one more level, I promise.”
“You look cold,” Tetsurou says rhetorically as he holds Kenma's shivering body. He picks up the mug. “Here, I brought your favorite hot chocolate.”
@tootoot: oh to have a bf that cares so much abt you ... 🥺
@kurokenist: ... didn't you just say stfu to me earlier
@itsannajnb: ssshhhh let's just enjoy the moment
Kenma's eyes widen as he takes the mug from Tetsurou. “Thanks, I'm actually thirsty.”
“No, Kenma, wait! It's still too hot—”
And the hot chocolate burns Kenma's tongue.
“Ah!” He pulls away from the mug, sticking out his tongue to cool it down. “Thill hoth.”
Tetsurou strokes Kenma's hair to calm him down. “It's okay. Just be careful next time, okay?”
Kenma nods and lifts his hand to his mouth, touching the palm to his tongue. Good thing he has long hair so that his face is covered. “Kenma?”
“It hurts quite a bit,” he answers. Tetsurou gazes at him, and without further thinking, bends down and kisses him on the lips. On stream. In front of Kenma's viewers. Who goes absolutely fucking crazy.
One of the last things Kenma wants to do is to kiss on stream, so he intends to pull away immediately the second it happens, but there's something in Tetsurou's lips that stops him from doing so. He tastes sweet and cool at the same time, like strawberry-peppermint candies. Maybe he did eat those before he went to his room. Yeah, he obviously ate them. Those are his favorites because he doesn't like only-mint candies.
Realization hits Tetsurou in the head and he pulls away first. His eyes widen in shock, surprised by his own actions, and his face turns red. “Shit. Holy shit. Uh ...”
Kenma, face equally as red, feels his lips and tongue with his hand. “It ... kinda cools down.”
“Sorry! I'm so sorry,” Tetsurou covers his face with his hands. “Fuck, I was so reckless, I forgot you were streaming for a moment.”
Kenma glares at his computer screen, mainly at the blowing chat column that mainly consists of capitalized screaming and emoji spamming. “Wow.”
Tetsurou looks at him. “So ... you want to continue?” he asks as he walks out of the room.
His words make Kenma sit up straight and face the viewers again. “Uh ... sorry about that,” he apologizes, but the chat says otherwise—still a sea of 'THATS SO CUTE' and 'WHEN CAN I HAVE A PARTNER LIKE THIS' and more. Kenma looks at the game and finds himself defeated again.
“So ... I lost. Again.” As if it wasn't clear enough. “And maybe that's enough for today. I still have things to do this afternoon and this level has been very hard, so I'm really sorry. But I promise I'll finish it on my next stream, which is Thursday, because I'm still gonna be busy for the next two days.”
No one seems to mind about the sudden discontinuation of the stream, because seeing their favorite streamer and his boyfriend kiss right in front of their eyes is their main focus now. But despite the excitement, some people in the chat apologizes for being unaware of Kenma's privacy and his dislike of people meddling with his business too much, but Kenma brushes them off and says, “It's fine, it's not you guys' fault. He just suddenly came in and did that, and I didn't pull away either. So, it's kind of my fault as well.”
And for once, Kenma doesn't feel that embarrassed or awkward when he and Tetsurou showed affection in front of so many people. Deep down, he's grateful for Tetsurou and his stupid actions because without them, he would still be stuck in level five and probably die of thirst and cold.
After answering some chats and talking about his next stream on Thursday, Kenma ends the stream and saves the game progress. Then he gets up, grabs his now-warm hot chocolate mug, and goes upstairs.
“Sorry, again,” says Tetsurou who is sitting on their bed. Kenma looks at him and his apologizing smile. Yet another one of Tetsurou's expressions that Kenma doesn't like because it means that Tetsurou doesn't really regret what he did. “I should've—”
“It already happened, what are you sorry for?” Kenma sits beside him, surprising the latter.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“Well ... not mad, just very, very shocked.” Kenma sips from the mug and puts it on the bedside table. “But I liked it,” he added quietly.
“Really?!” Tetsurou can't hide the happiness and relief in his voice.
Kenma nods. “Yeah. It heals the burn quite a bit.”
Tetsurou's eyebrow raises. “Quite a bit? What do you mean?” he asks in a half-teasing tone. Please say it still hurts so I can kiss you again, he prays.
“If I say it, then you'll just kiss me again.” Of course he understands.
“And that's exactly what I want to do.” The taller man laughs and starts to lean in, but Kenma gets ahead of him and collides their lips together. Kenma wraps his arms around Tetsurou's neck and pulls him closer to savor the strawberry-peppermint taste on his lips, and he can feel Tetsurou smiling as he does it.
“Better?” Tetsurou asks when they pull away. Kenma nods and replies, “Thank you,” before leaning in to kiss him again.
“Don't forget your hot chocolate,” Tetsurou says between the kiss. “I've made it for you. Don't let it cool down.”
“Yeah, yeah. Later.” Kenma refuses to let go of Tetsurou. The sweetness of the strawberry-peppermint covers up the hot burn in his mouth, and he couldn't ask for a better healing.