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The sunlight filtered in through the open blinds, casting a long rectangle of warmth across the room. Kenma awoke with the sun in her face and hair in her mouth. Pulling the hair out revealed it was definitely not her short, bleached hair, but long and messy black hair. The culprit was her best friend, who, in typical fashion, had fallen asleep with her head smushed in between two pillows and lanky limbs spread everywhere. Usually Kenma would roll her eyes and shove her best friend to her side of the bed and out of her space, but this morning something was different.
Maybe the warm summer air was getting to her head, but instead she only removed the hair from her mouth and snuggled against Kuroo’s side. She smelled like rainwater and cat fur. (Probably the fault of the beloved Kuroo family cat )
Soon enough Kenma fell back asleep to the soothing breaths of her childhood best friend. She was blissfully happy in the peaceful room, very content to sleep the entire day away with the messy haired girl beside her.
Kuroo slowly woke up to find Kenma’s face a mere centimeters away. It seemed in her restless sleep, her subconscious body had shifted closer to the object of her affections. She immediately scooted away, face palming and chastising her own unconscious for being such a loser.
How much longer was she going to keep silently torturing herself over the never ending love she felt for this girl. It had been months of hiding such strong feelings and she was surely going to go crazy if she wasn’t able to do anything about it soon.
Just then, as Kuroo lay on her back silently panicking, she heard a slight noise and looked over to see Kenma’s adorable nose scrunch and her exhale a breath as she woke up. She couldn’t look away, and if she didn’t pull herself together quickly, Kenma was going to look over and see her obnoxious heart eyes. Luckily her stress was interrupted by a ping from her phone. Rolling over revealed it was from her parents, informing her that they would be out for the day running errands.
“Huhwaz whas zdat” The murmur came from a half asleep Kenma.
“Oh, just my parents saying they’re running some errands and won’t be back for the day.” She set the phone down and turned back around towards Kenma, admiring her freckled face with eyes now open.
Kuroo decided that she had to get up now, or she would spend the rest of the day staring at Kenma. She arose and explained that she was going to take a shower.
Kenma watched Kuroo disappear out of the room, her pajama shorts were a bit off to the side and her tank top ruffled. Then, Kenma spoke really without thinking.
“Wait! Your showering in your parents room, right?” Kuroo turned around with her signature smirky smile.
“Of course I am, it’s a walk in shower and super nice… why?”
The next part just slipped out before Kenma could really discern why or what she had said.
“Ok, can I join you?” Watching Kuroo’s expression go through the five stages of grief was definitely worth it despite Kenma blurting out such an intimate thing with no thoughts given.
“W-well. I uh. I-I Imean I guess if y-you want…” Kuroo was furiously blushing, barely able to reply in a coherent manner, and playing with the drawstrings on her pajama shorts. It seems she was so nervous that she didn’t even question whether best friends would often shower together.
Kenma smiled and decided that this was exactly what she wanted to do this morning, even if Kuroo seemed to be very nervous about getting naked. (Oh well, She could always wear a swimsuit if she really wanted).
Kenma stumbled out of bed, grabbing her designated towel that she used every time she was at Kuroo’s house, and followed her through the master bedroom and into the master suite.
A few years back the Kuroos’ had remodeled their house, including the master bed and bath. The bathroom now was very large with a jacuzzi-like tub, double sinks, toilet with its own door, and, the focal point being what Kuroo liked to call the “porn star shower.” It was floor to ceiling tucked in the corner with only a glass door and a rain water shower head attached to the ceiling. It was spacious and looked exactly like the setting for a porn film—hence the nickname.
Kuroo closed the door and turned around to find Kenma had immediately started stripping. She had just been wearing a cotton sleep shirt and boxers, so now Kuroo had a nice view of her naked slender back as she lowered her hands to shimmy her boxers off. But, before Kuroo could drool over the naked backside of her long awaited object of affections, she turned away. Her heart was pounding, she couldn’t do this; It was wrong to take advantage of Kenma this way, especially if Kenma didn’t know that Kuroo had a big fat crush on her. As Kuroo finally gained confidence to turn around and put a stop to this whole mess (Although her heart screamed at her to stop), Kenma piped up.
“You know if your really that worried about getting naked in front of me you can wear a swimsuit…” she said it in a condescending way, spurring Kuroo into action to prove her wrong.
“Of course not!! I’m not a silly child!!” She spat out as she vigorously flicked her tank top, shorts, and underwear off into one heap. Then, as she turned her eyes landed on a full frontal view of naked Kenma. Looking down she realized that she was also fully naked and standing in front of a fully naked Kenma. Fully naked Kenma… Fully Naked Kenma…
Holy Shit!! Kuroo was naked… standing in front of an equally as naked best friend. Could she even call Kenma her best friend anymore? This was insane. She had to commit now and there was absolutely no point in backing out. She was really about to take a shower with her childhood friend, which, by the way, was definitely not something that friends did.
Kenma clearing her throat revealed to Kuroo that she had been staring in silence for much too long. Much too long of overthinking as well because Kuroo hadn’t even taken the time to fully rake over Kenma’s naked body and memorize every detail. Like her adorable little belly button, or, the triangle of short brown hair that disappeared in between her legs, or, those perfectly perky little breasts with baby pink nipples that were basically begging to be touched…
Ok, now Kuroo really was just staring at Kenma’s boobs and she had to say something or this was going to get very akward very fast (if it could even get more akward).
Luckily, Kenma broke the ice, saying in a teasing tone, “what? Never seen boobs before Kuro?” That made Kuroo completely choke on her own spit and blush furiously.
Despite Kenma’s teasing remark, she wasn’t faring much better after being faced with her childhood best friend’s nude body. The last time she had seen Kuroo naked had been when they were just kids, and boy had she matured since then. What was once a boxy underdeveloped frame had grown into 6 feet and 2 inches of long, drool-worthy legs, a slender waist, and, the most amazing pair of boobs Kenma had ever seen. They weren’t much bigger than hers but they had a perfectly round shape that couldn’t be seen through a t shirt or bra. To top off the impressive display was a small littering of black hair leading to a larger triangle of such hair on Kuroo’s pelvic bone. All in all, the sight was mouth watering, and Kenma was seriously starting to be concerned with her overly horny thoughts for her friend.
“Alright!” She declared, silencing her thoughts once and for all, “let’s get cleaned up in this nice ass shower and save some water while we’re at it.” At this point Kenma was fooling no one with the ‘saving water’ excuse, however, she was willing to say anything at this point in order to stop staring at Kuroo’s gorgeous body. Seriously, how was it fair that she looked this good naked?
Kenma turned on the shower and Kuroo tried to snap herself out of it. Yes, a naked Kenma was probably the hottest thing she had ever gotten the chance to feast her eyes on, however, Kenma was her best friend and it did her no good to ogle over her.
Once the shower was warm enough both stepped in and closed the door behind them.
At first, it was awkward: constantly bumping into each other, trying not to touch each other, and avoiding eye contact at all costs. Until, Kuroo tapped Kenma’s shoulder and held up a shampoo bottle.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?”
she shrugged and Kuroo deposited a healthy glob of her very own rose-scented shampoo on her hand. Kenma always loved taking showers in Kuroo’s house because she would smell just like her for the whole day. Today was no exception as she closed her eyes and relaxed into Kuroo’s touch and voluntary scalp massage.
After such treatment, Kenma helped Kuroo with her shampoo as well. Now was time for body wash—was it crossing a line to help each other wash their bodies as well? Kuroo pondered on it before concluding that enough lines had been crossed thus far… one more couldn’t hurt. So, after receiving a hum of consent, Kuroo lathered up a loofah and began rubbing the soap around Kenma’s shoulders and backside. Getting to her rear end, it was a satisfying motion to feel the nice curve and softness of her butt through the loofah. Then, she lathered her legs and Kenma turned around for the more intimate phase of the task. Their eyes met and both held a heated and lustful gaze. Kuroo took this as an indication that they were on the same page. She slowly started on her chest, making her way down to her perky pink nipples. When the loofah rubbed them with soap, Kenma gave a sharp gasp and bit her lip, looking down at a crouched Kuroo sinfully. Kuroo didn’t think she could get any hornier—Even just a gasp was a better sound than any moan her wet dreams had ever provided. God, she wanted Kenma so bad and her self restraints were seriously crumbling. However, Kenma had asked Kuroo if they could shower together, not to have sex. She had to respect that because Kenma was naive to Kuroos true intentions. She felt wrong continuing in this way without being completely transparent. As Kuroo finished washing Kenma’s stomach and helping her rinse off, she came to a conclusion: she would do anything for Kenma, even if it meant potentially ruining their friendship in order to keep the honesty between them that Kenma deserved.
Although Kenma had not woken up that morning with the intention of completely ravaging her best friend, she was about to lose complete control and give in to all urges if this continued. First, there was Kuroo’s amazingly sexy body: As she washed Kenma her boobs would bounce up and down with perky nipples. Next, was just the way Kuroo looked at her: dark deep eyes revealed a hunger deep within that gave Kenma chills when directed towards her. Lastly though, was the way that Kuroo was treating her: she washed Kenma’s body like it was a gift from god, being gentle and kind and considerate like Kuroo always was to Kenma. Overall, all of this combined was leading her to see Kuroo in a new light. Sure, their friendship had always been a little bit more than the average one, however, now Kenma was thinking of Kuroo in romantic and even sexual ways. She had never thought of anyone in this way and just assumed she would understand everyone’s desire for relationships and sex when she was older. Now though, she was realizing that she didn’t need that because she had Kuroo: she had always been at her side and she wanted to keep it that way.
Kenma was pulled from her thoughts by Kuroo clearing her throat.
“Uh… Kenma, before we… continue…there’s something i have to be honest with you about.” It was a mysterious way to start a conversation but Kenma only nodded for her to continue.
Now Kuroo looked really nervous, fiddling with her hair and not making eye contact. Eventually though, she spit it out: “the truth is… I’ve thought of you as more than just a friend for quite a while now… like in a romantic and even… sexual… way” the sexual part was whispered and followed by a deep blush. Kuroo had taken everything within her to admit this, and, would probably die of sadness if Kenma rejected her now. However, when she looked up from the shower floor she was met with an amazing sight. Kenma was looking at her like she held the world, face cracked in one of her rare (yet truly exquisite) smiles. She stepped closer and whispered to Kuroo over the background shower stream, “I like you too Kuro… and… I think of you that way too” then, she stepped forward even closer and all Kuroo could think to say when Kenma’s own naked body was so close to hers was: “Can I kiss you?” before she could even finish the question though, Kenma’s and Kuroo’s lips met in a magical connection that left the two breathless. It was wet and yet tender—full of years of knowing and breathing each other to create a synchronized dance of feelings.
They kissed for quite a while after that, and, if the shower originally intended to “save water” actually ended up using a lot more water… that was their secret to keep.