Need you

Sick

Kenma didn't waste any time slamming the door shut behind him, the welcome mat absorbed all the small water droplets that dripped off his now soaked hoodie, after taking of his shoes he quickly dropped of the grocery bag in the kitchen before heading upstairs to change out of his wet clothes to something more dry.

The pudding head scrambled to find something warm when he came across kuroos favorite hoodie and a pair of sweat pants, kuroo loved this hoodie so much that he didn't like when kenma stole it and in the end kenma always snatched it but the raven head always took it back unlike the other hoodies he'd taken.

He quickly stripped his clothes off, putting on the sweat pants he'd found followed by a plain T-shirt, and lastly kuroos hoodie.

Once he was dressed he made his way back down stairs to make himself some curry, just like kuroo had done many times in this kitchen kenma swirled around the kitchen preparing the curry.

Before kuroo left for university kenma would always sit on one of the kitchen stools whom where placed in front of the kitchen island watching kuroo cook, the raven head would even teach kenma how to cook certain foods that the pudding head took a liking to so he would be able to make them himself.

A soft smile formed on his face as he smelled the lovely aroma, kuroo would of loved this, if only he were here kenma shook his head pushing the thought away he didn't want to start crying over how much he missed him again

When the curry finished cooking the pudding head served himself a small portion, the small steaming bowl of curry made his mouth water and he couldn't wait to dig in.

He gently blew on the spoon full of curry making sure it wasn't too hot before eating it, the flavours were familiar and comforting, the sort one might eat each day to get a small taste of home

He was half way done with the curry when kenma abruptly stood up with a hand over his mouth, he ran as fast as he could towards the bathroom, he almost didn't make it on time as the freshly eaten curry forced its way up kenmas throat, small gagging noise could be heard before the sour scent of puke filled the air.

Anyone's stomach would have lurched at the sight of him
choking on the curry, forcing its way out of his  mouth. Kenma was paler than a sheet of paper and lathered in sweat, bile dripped down his chin, however he quickly wiped it away with the soft toilet paper before it could fall onto his clothes or floor.

The pudding heaved and heaved until all the food mixed with bile were forced out of his stomach, he stood up and filled himself a cup of water which even that forced its way up.

The toilet bowl was full of small chucks of beef masala curry, the smell was sour and hot making kenmas face pale even more at the strong odor.

Not being able to bare the smell any longer he leaned over so he could flush the toilet so the disgusting vomit could be washed away.

He sat leaning against the wall for what felt like hours before finally getting up, just as he was about to head to his bedroom the lack of food hit him like a truck and his stomach began rumbling again begging him for some food.

Kenma slowly made his way back to the kitchen to his half uneaten curry sitting on the table waiting to be devoured, he then hesitantly reached for the bowl, bringing it upstairs with him.