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Splish splash.
The sound of water puddles being stepped on at a high speed can be heard in the streets.
“Come on, Kenma! Hurry up!”, Kuroo yells while running and looking back at Kenma who's a little behind him.
“I'm going, ugh…”, Kenma tries to walk faster as he attempts to cover himself with his backpack, placing it over his head but to no avail, the rain has done a number on his clothes by the time they reach Kuroo's house.
Kuroo opens the door and both get in quickly, successfully escaping from the downpour happening outside.
They're now standing at the entrance, catching their breaths after making a run for it. Droplets of water falling onto the floor from their soaking wet bodies.
“It's always the summer rain!”, Kuroo's pissed and very rightfully so.
He looks down at the state of his shirt, it's completely see-through at this point thanks to all the rain.
“So annoying”, Kenma isn't doing any better. His shirt is also showing more than what he'd like and sticking to his body perfectly, almost seems like he's wearing nothing.
“Hey, Kenma”, Kuroo says as he looks down at Kenma which causes Kenma to look up at him.
Silence.
Seems like the annoyance in the air has disappeared and is now being replaced with something else.
Curiosity? A revelation of sorts?
Kuroo finds himself staring at Kenma for a little too long, specifically his chest where his nipples are very much on full display.
The color is cute, a rosy dusty pink, and he swears they're fully erect, probably due to the cold rain that washed over Kenma.
Kuroo gulps, why did his eyes go straight there and why can't he look away now? It's almost as if they're glued on.
Oh, and the way Kenma's wet shirt is clinging to his body, emphasizing his lean figure so well.
Kuroo hasn't tried it, but he's pretty sure that he could easily hold all of Kenma's waist with both hands, leaving no gap.
It's a good thing Kuroo is busy eyeing Kenma and having questionable thoughts or else he'd have noticed how Kenma is dealing with the same exact situation.
Okay, Kenma knew that Kuroo liked working out and keeping fit for volleyball, but he never realized it was like this until now because…why does it seem like Kuroo's arms are going to rip apart the sleeves of his shirt and his chest is going to burst out, buttons flying off.
Maybe it's just an illusion caused by the wet fabric against Kuroo's skin. It definitely enhances Kuroo's muscles, no question about it, and it's also making Kenma feel a little dizzy, a little hot in the cheeks.
Somehow Kuroo snaps back to reality. Damn, how long was he just staring at Kenma like a creep?
Kuroo clears his throat and looks away while scratching the back of his head, trying to appear nonchalant.
“You can shower first, I can give you some of my clothes to wear”, he can't look at Kenma anymore, he feels like he may explode if he does, his heart thumping in his chest.
“Y-yeah…thanks”, Kenma is a little startled, he was too immersed in his own thoughts, but is able to react quickly, walking fast up the stairs and towards the bathroom.
Kuroo watches Kenma's back silently as he moves and once he hears the click of the bathroom door closing, he finally slumps down on the entrance.
“What the hell…”, he's still trying to slow his heartbeat down, he still feels breathless, he's still thinking about how Kenma looked in front of him, shirt basically transparent.
Kuroo puts a hand over his face, embarrassed, too many thoughts in his head.
He waits a few minutes until he feels like he can actually function properly, gets up and walks towards his room to look for clothes to give to Kenma.
While he looks at the t-shirt he chooses, a smile makes its way into his lips. It definitely isn't Kenma's size but it will still fit him well, Kuroo's sure of it.
His hunch is confirmed later once Kenma comes out wearing Kuroo's, too big, t-shirt. God, he looks really good in it.
There's something different from all the other times he has lent Kenma clothes and he isn't the only one who thinks that. Kenma fidgets with the edge of the t-shirt while still standing by the door.
“You can go now”, his voice is quiet, a hint of a blush on the tip of his ears as he remembers how he pressed Kuroo's t-shirt to his nose and inhaled his scent before putting it on. What an embarrassing thing to do, why did he even do it…
“Uh, y-yeah, the shower, I'll…go now”, Kuroo stutters while getting up and walking fast past Kenma.
They both try their best that night to act normal, but it's inevitable, something has changed within them, and maybe that change isn't bad at all. That's what they think as they pretend to move in their sleep, closing the gap between each other in bed.
The beginning of many days and nights where feelings will be kept in secret until they can't anymore. Perhaps, the rain that day was a silent blessing in disguise, the one push they needed to come to the faithful realization of their feelings.