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“You like him, right?” Yaku asks, leaning in to Kenma.
Kenma glances away from Kuroo and takes a sip of his Capri Sun.
“Yeah,” he says honestly, setting his drink down in exchange for whale crackers.
Kuroo handed out snacks to the team for a good practice. Kenma’s pretty sure he’s just trying to get all the food he got from his grandmother’s passing last month out of his house. The practice had to have been one of their worst.
There’s no way in Hell Kenma is going to complain about free food though, he decides as he munches on a handful of the cheese crackers.
Yaku jams his fingers into Lev’s side, who frowns when it knocks the Capri Sun he’d been balancing on his tongue onto the ground.
“It is that easy to confess your feelings for someone,” he says, obviously hinting.
But Lev is nothing if not oblivious, so it goes right over his head. He nods eagerly, but still doesn’t tell Yaku about his apparent crush on him.
“You have to suck all of the air out of it,” Kenma says, gesturing to Lev’s juice pouch, “to get it to stick better.”
“Okay!” Lev says cheerily.
He slurps the juice with a new purpose, scrunching his eyebrows together in concentration. Yaku face palms and Kenma grins behind his wrist.
“You should tell him,” Lev says, pulling the pouch from his tongue with a crude popping noise.
Kenma shrugs and the amused smile drops.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship, you know? That’s a lot of time to put into a relationship for it to fall apart.”
Yaku nods understandably, but Lev squints at him.
“Isn’t there a chance that it’d get ruined anyways, with him going off to college?”
“Lev!” Yaku hisses, kicking the oblivious giant under the table.
“What?” he asks, “I’m just saying, I know more couples that have stayed together after one of them goes off to college than friendships.”
Yaku makes to hit him again, but Kenma rests his hand on his knee to stop him.
“He has a point,” Kenma says, dropping back in his chair when Yaku lowers his leg again.
“So, are you going to ask him?” Lev asks, leaning forward eagerly.
“Mm, maybe,” Kenma mumbles.
Yaku smiles. It’s one of his gentle, motherly smiles. When he smiles like this, Kenma can almost see what Lev sees in him, despite all of the bruises along his long legs. Almost, being the key word.
“Well, whatever you decide, I’ll be behind you, a hundred percent.” Just like that, the smile is gone, and his face is back to being all frowns and hard lines. “Come on, Lev, you still have receives to practice.”
Lev’s groan rings loudly in the gym, and the rest of the team snickers at his misfortune. Kenma watches them go, amused smile back in place.
Kuroo meets his eyes from across the room, and Kenma’s smile turns shy.
Maybe I will tell him, he thinks.