OBLIVION - KuroKen

5.

POV Kenma

I opened my eyes as the sleep shed off my eyes completely. With slow moves I straightened myself and searched for my phone. As my hands snaked over the sheets, the cold object appeared. I looked at my screen. I really fell asleep while waiting for a text. How pathetic. 6 messages from Kuroo.
'I would really like to go out with you, so we can get to know each other better. Since we mfnj.'
'Ajdnfjlc..dlk.,'
'Sjdbcj'
My brows knit together. Was he drunk while texting me? The bunch of random letters. The messages were also sent a few minutes apart. I rubbed my eyes and continued reading.
'I am so sorry Kenma, my friends attacked me and took my phone away. The first three messages were sent by mistake.'
'Like not that I don't want to go out with you don't get me wrong.'
'Fuck this is embarrassing. Can I call you?'
The corner of my mouth lifted. Yeah this really is embarrassing. As I yawned my eyes teared up. The clock showed almost 1 pm. Luckily it was Saturday. I started typing.
'I fell asleep Kuroo.'
With my right hand I placed the phone down, but it vibrated right away. He answered.
'Good morning :) Sorry about that.'
'It's fine.'
'What are you doing today?'
'Probably visiting my mother.'
'Don't forget your bouquet :)'
I let the phone down slowly. The prickling in my stomach grew and I exhaled. Was he at the shop?

I pushed the door open and listened to the sound of the bell. My gaze met Kuroo and he looked up. His eyes widened, cheeks started burning in a hot pink almost. I smiled and walked up to him. Kuroo lowered his gaze for a moment.
"Kuroo." I stopped my steps right in front of him.
"Hey Tulip." A weak smile was forced on his face. My brows rose and I looked around. Something was off. He was acting completely different. Suddenly my eyes stopped at the big flower buckets on my right. I was able to see grey hair peeking from behind them. Next to him there was another person. I slowly walked up to them and looked down.
"He's not going to say it, Oikawa."
"Stop talking he is going to-" The brown haired dudes sentence cut suddenly. His head turned into my direction slowly. The other one was still looking at him. Our gazes met, the confusion was written all over my face. The four whites of his eyes were showing.
"Is he looking at us?" The grey haired asked.
Suddenly Kuroo's voice appeared from behind, shouting, making me shiver from head to toe.
"I told you dumbasses not to come and spy on me!" He shouted and walked up next to me. Kuroo grabbed my hand and I turned my head to his direction quickly. In the other one he held the flowers.
"I'm leaving. Bokuto you're taking care of the shop. I don't give a shit." He shouted and walked towards the door, pulling me with him.
I was not able to say anything and just followed him. As we stepped outside Kuroo turned around. His head was still glowing, sweat pearls molded on his forehead. He kinda looked upset, but he still forced a smile.
I looked at him. He probably was tired of apologizing for the actions of his friends.
"It's okay." I said. He looked down to me.
"Are you mad?" Kuroo's eyes wandered down to our hands, he was still holding onto mine. Right after the realization hit him, he let go quickly, leading his hand to his pocket.
Before I could say anything he held the flowers into my face. I looked at it. 10 yellow tulips.
"What are going to do now?" I asked and took the flowers from his hands. Kuroo laid his head into his neck and exhaled.
"I actually wanted to work my shift off, but I am not going to get in there again." A laugh escaped his mouth. "Maybe I will go back to the dorm."
"Would you like to come with me visit my mother?" I didn't think much before asking this question. But there was not a chance to regret it, Kuroo's face lit up and a beam made his cheeks puff up.

POV Kuroo

I followed Kenma through the big hospital halls. As the elevator door opened we both stepped inside and waited for it to close again. I let my eyes down on him. He was holding onto the flowers with both arms. The way he tied his hair into a small bun. The bleached hair already let it's roots grew out, a few strings falling in front of his face. I tried my best to keep the corner of my mouth down, but it was impossible. Luckily he wasn't looking at me.

Kenma knocked at the door and opened it. I inhaled deeply and stepped inside. The woman laying in the big hospital bed turned her head around.
"Kenma!" She grinned and waved at him. As she noticed me her mouth closed and only a smile remained on her lips.
"This is Kuroo." Kenma said and pointed at me. I bowed and straightened myself right away.
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. -" I stopped my sentence, as I realized that I didn't even know Kenma's surname.
"Kozume." Kenma whispered and I catched up on his words.
"-Kozume!"
Mrs.Kozume tilted her head. "I've never seen you before." She said with a warm smile. I nodded and looked at Kenma. The heat started building up in my head, as I realized, that we both have been knowing each other for only a few days, now I am here visiting his sick mother. Kenma handed her the bouquet.
We both sat down and she started talking.
"Usually my Kenma does not really like to make new friends. I am quite surprised." She looked at the tulips in her hand. "Do you believe in soulmates?" She asked. My lips pressed together. I have never been asked that before. Kenma shrugged.
"If they are meant to be they come into your life. They don't know any barriers. Not even someone's social anxiety will hold them back." She opened her mouth but Kenma spoke up.
"Mom." He said while rubbing his palms into each other.
"Are you feeling better since the operation?" He asked.
Their voices blurred and I let myself fall into my thoughts. She said that Kenma doesn't like to talk to new people, yet we have only been knowing each other for a really short time. Soulmates don't know any barriers, she said. Not even someone's social anxiety can hold them back.
My ears and cheeks started glowing. The speed of my heart fastened and I tried my best to tear myself away from my thoughts. Without any success.
Do I believe in soulmates? Maybe I never thought about it because they didn't walk into my life yet. But now I am not able to keep my mind clear from that one word. Soulmates.