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“Second year at training camp when everyone was playing truth or dare. I hadn’t told you I thought I might be asexual but you knew how I was about personal space. Kuroo was off somewhere with Daichi and someone dared that middle blocker from Shinzen to kiss me.”
“Huh?” Tora eyebrows scrunch in confusion, because what did a training camp from high school have /anything/ to do with video games?
Kenma’s brown eyes drink him in, studying him like Tora is one of his more treasured games; so damn fond with a hint of possessiveness that makes Tora’s skin tingle. “Do you remember? You stepped in as my “proxy.” His fingertips softly tracing Tora’s jaw and over his bottom lip before settling back in his lap. “It’s when I first realized I could have more than platonic feelings for /anyone/ and how safe I felt with you.”
It’s startling how, at such simple words, Tora’s heart ricochets in his chest at a tempo he’s sure will cause him to stroke out. It’s a risk he’s willing to take if it will keep Kenma’s eyes, so soft and so fond, on him for longer. The touching is nice too but Tora doesn’t want to be greedy.
“Tora, I really want to kiss you.”
“Why?” He can’t help the confusion and self deprecation to slip out.
“Because I like you.” Kenma snorts as if him liking Tora is the most obvious and straightforward thought.
“But why??”
“You know what nevermind . I changed my mind.” Kenma scrunches his face in contemplation and annoyance before flicking Tora in the forehead. “You’ve ruined the mood. I need to work anyway. So come back later when you’re not questioning how I feel about you by being self deprecating.”
“No, Kennnnnnn!” Yells Tora as he launches himself from his seated position tackling Kenma to the ground. “Give me my kiss first.. please.”
Kenma smiles, a soft and sincere thing, hair strewn out and body relaxed completely trusting bracketed between Tora’s arms.
“No more talking shit about your self. That’s my job, yeah?”
Tora’s thoughts are cut short by Kenma’s slightly chapped lips on his. It’s a simple kiss just a press of lips. There’s no fireworks or tilting of the earth. It’s the soft snd comforting realization that he’s never been more content then he is now; with Kenma close.