Tourette's || KuroKen

chapter 12 - surprise pop

a/n; uhm why we going to fast on these views? calm yourselves guys, this isn't something you should spend your time on! go touch some grass..

but on we go.

[TW; vomiting]

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"Am I doing this?" Kenma questioned himself on the action he did a couple days ago. Indeed it was the night before it was time to get into a strangers car and be filled with unknown faces.

Time passed and he fell asleep in his mother's hospital room.

9:17 AM

The teenage boy stood in front of the hospital, alone, waiting to go to a party for a boy he met only a couple weeks ago. His head was filled to the brim of anxiety, thinking the worst. Slowly, he walked to a near bench and sat down, making sure he would still be in view if Kuroo were to come out the doors.

Kenma fiddled with his hair that dangled in front of his eyes, watching the strands fall from his fingers. It was quite cold out that morning, he pulled his sleeves over his hands to conserve as much heat as he could. He sighed and watched the white puff evolve out of his mouth and slowly float away and disappear into the air.

He watched some people walk into the hospital, walk out, and stand outside having a cigarette in between their lips. Kenma glared at them, knowing that would cause the same cancer his mother had.

Watching the public was soothing, it was quiet and he could drift through his mind. Time went by, soon it was half past nine in the morning. He didn't realize how freezing he was, sitting still with just a hoodie and sweatpants covering his skinny body. Once again he watched his breath swirl around his face.

Finally he heard some voices coming from the entrance of the hospital, slowly cranking his stiff neck to find the person he was waiting for finally arriving. Kuroo was being escorted by a nurse, guessing it was the one who cared for him sometimes.

Kenma watched him talk to the nurse, keeping up the conversation, but soon enough he waved goodbye and started walking down the pathway. Kenma pulled his hand out and slightly waved, Kuroo smiled and started to jog over to him.

"Kenma!" Kuroo excitingly boomed. "Good morning!" He plopped himself down next to Kenma.

"Morning Kuro," Kenma pulled his hand back under his sleeve.

Kuroo sighed, letting out a white breath, "No happy birthday?"

"Happy birthday." Kenma groaned, a smile curled.

Kuroo looked over his shoulder and smiled back, "Very kind Kenma."

Sitting there in the cold was irritating, but they both did give off some heat, even though they were not particularly close to each other. A couple more minutes passed and it was almost a quarter to ten in the morning.

"Goddamn it's cold!" Kuroo exclaimed and rubbed his shoulders. "Why isn't my dad here yet?" He groaned.

Kenma shrugged and huddled himself more together.

"I'm cold." Kuroo squinted his eyes and slowly fell sideways, resting his head on Kenma's shoulder.

"Get off me," Kenma leaned the other way and shoved his hand on Kuroo's head.

"But I'm--Tip toe!--cold." Kuroo laughed but held a pouting face.

"You're so weird Kuro, go inside or something." Kenma started hitting the top of Kuroo's head, flattening his spiky hair.

Kuroo let out some odd noises and responded that his father would be here soon.

"He better be, it's like jack frost's asshole out here."