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𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 - 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯

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characters/ship: kuroken | kuroo tetsuro x kozume kenma
word count: 1970
note: one-shot dedicated to kenma's birthday :D
type: fluff

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"Kenma."

"Stop."

"Kenmaaaa."

"Go away."

Kuroo let out a defeated huff, slumping back in his bed. "If you don't come with me, I'll call Lev." That got Kenma scrambling out of his chair and falling straight onto the ground.

"Ow," Kenma said. "Kuroo, stop laughing." Kuroo was on the bed, clutching his stomach as loud chuckles erupt from his mouth. Once Kuroo had finally gotten his laughter under control, he rolled out of bed, plopped Kenma on the bed, and said, "C'mon get changed, we're going out."

"I don't want to."

"But you do though."

"I make the rules, it's my birthday today."

"But Kenmaaaaa!" Kuroo whined, poking at Kenma's side, knowing he is quite ticklish there. A smile broke on Kenma's face as he squirmed on the bed, trying to wiggle out of Kuroo's grasp.

"Kuroo stop!" He said in the middle of a fit of giggles. Kuroo loves Kenma's giggles, it's not every day you get to hear such a wonderful sound. Kuroo had Kenma pinned down on the bed with his arms above his head, the captain hovering over his boyfriend's entire body as he slowly narrowed the distance between them.

"Oh yeah, my beautiful boyfriend." A peck on the cheek. "Happy." Peck on the other cheek. "Birthday." A peck on the lips.

"Be honest, did you forget my birthday," Kenma said, his eyebrows furrowed, he knew Kuroo didn't forget, as he didn't forget for the past 10 birthdays, he was just teasing him.

And Kuroo, being the drama queen he is, sat up from the bed, a hand over his heart and pretended to wipe a fake tear in his eyes with the other, "12 years of friendship, and you think I will forget my boyfriend's birthday. I am hurt, Kozume."

"Okay okay, I'm just messing around." Kenma chuckled, sitting up and leaning against the backboard. "Can we just stay home, please?"

"But I have something planned for today!" Kuroo pouted, his eyes wide and bottom lip stuck out as he gave his best puppy dog (or should I say cat?) eyes to Kenma.

Oh no. The pouty face, not the pouty face. I can't fight the pouty face. Shit, alright. "Fine. But no surprises."

"Kenma, I've known you for 12 years, I know you hate surprises and I definitely won't forget the time you slapped me when I gave you a surprise birthday party," Kuroo said, squishing both of Kenma's cheeks together. "Get changed, I'm gonna take you somewhere."

Kuroo shuffled out of the room, knowing Kenma still gets a little self-conscious around him. He packed the things he needed for tonight, not forgetting to pack an extra jacket cause Kenma usually forgets and ended up taking Kuroo's which makes Kuroo cold, and no one wants that.

"I'm ready." Kenma had on a button-up shirt, with a sweater (Kuroo's sweater but no one knows that) over it, black skinny jeans with a chain dangling on the side, and a bucket hat.

Kuroo swore he saw an angel. "Snap out of it Kuroo, let's go," Kenma said, slipping on his shoes and opening the door. "Right, coming right now."

"Where are we going?" Kenma said as Kuroo called a cab and they got in. "You'll know soon." Kuroo then turned to the driver and showed him a piece of paper, most probably with the destination scribbled on it. "If you bring me to a haunted mansion I will chop you up into pieces and cook you and feed Apple Pie for dinner," Kenma said, despite that gruesome statement, his arm sneaked around Kuroo's, linking their arms and leaning against the other's shoulder.