A thunder storm striking from outside made Kenma jump of surprise, his heart rate slightly spiking up. The boys had played for at least four hours, but it was only until a storm started that Kenma realized just how tired he was. His eyes were barely opened and his knees buckled from under him. He tugged on Kuroo's shirt, who was still trying to win the game and mumbled:
"I'm leaving. Good night."
Just as he had said those words, thunder rumbled from outside.
"I think the weather doesn't want you to leave" Kuroo chuckled.
Kenma didn't reply. He was busy thinking. Should he really stay for the night? He doesn't have anything to change in or to take a shower.
"It's fine, I have some spare clothes I can give you for tomorrow. " Kuroo reassured, like he could read Kenma's thoughts.
And as always, he let himself get convinced. Kuroo handed him a red t-shirt that was far too big for Kenma. It smelled like honeysuckle and geranium, flowers Kenma learned to recognize during his time at the shop.
He then returned in the bed, now cold from the lack of human contact with it, and made himself comfortable, a blanket draped over his body.
Kuroo opened his laptop and joined Kenma, his limbs interlocked into his.
"Wanna watch something?" Kenma nodded. "You choose."
Kuroo finally chose a movie and settled down. It was one of those "cheesy, superhero action flic" kind of movies. Kenma did not enjoy them at all, and so he found difficult to focus on it as his mind would constantly drift off. However, he tried to stay awake for Kuroo. The latter seemed very absorbed in the film, cheering and booing at the screen whenever he found fit. His eyes had the same glimmer, a fresh and childish one. Now completely forgetting about the movie, Kenma was discreetly staring at Kuroo's profile. Not of admiration. Curiosity, rather.
Curiosity as to why he is so addicting. Why was Kuroo so.... fun? Said like that, it seems self-explanatory. But, something was still different with Kuroo than with Kenma's other friends.
"That movie was so cool! Kenma, did you see when he died and came back to life? Man, I was so sure he was gone!" Kuroo rambled, with an energy that almost felt suspicious considering the hour it was.
The movie was now done, and so was Kenma's social battery. He really just wanted to sleep. Luckily, Kuroo got the hint and turned off the nightlamp. He slipped next to Kenma, and whispered in the dark :
"Good night, Kenma!"
The latter could almost see his smile through the dark.
"Good night, Kuroo."
As soon as he relaxed his eyes, Kenma felt himself drift off in a deep sleep.
That peaceful state of mind did not last long. Barely 3 hours had passed since he went to bed and Kenma was already overtaken by nightmares. Precisely, one single scene kept playing in his head, nearly driving Kenma on the edge of exhaustion.
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𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 (A KuroKen AU)
Fanfiction"I never want to forget this. How we spend our days in the meadow, with birds singing in circled flights. With the warm sun on our face, the grass tickling our skin. My hand in yours. Promise me, Kenma. Promise me you'll never forget me." "I couldn'...
