Broken Memories (BokuAkaKuroKen)

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Kenma woke up first in the morning. Bokuto had his arms wrapped around Kenmas small frame. He could feel the soft breaths of the older on his neck. It slightly tickled, but Kenma didn't mind. Akaashi was in front of him. Akaashi was pressed to his chest and had another arm wrapped around him. They were all tangled up like a pretzel. Even in a jumble, Kenma was plenty comfortable.

Part of Kenma wanted to drift back to sleep. The comfort of his partners was better than having to get up. Unfortunately, his body was begging him to move. His limbs wanted to get out and stretch.

Slowly he pulled himself out of his partner's grasps and stretched then began his way to the kitchen. The hotel room was decently homey. When he got into the kitchen, he began brewing a cup of tea. He checked the time realizing they still had plenty of time before they had to leave. As he placed the teabag into the water, two warm arms wrapped around his waist. He leaned back into the presents. Kenma felt soft lips place a kiss right under his ear. 

"Morning Kitten" Kuroo whispered into his ear.

His breath tickled on Kenmas ear. Kenma's nose scrunched a bit. Kuroo tucked his head into Kenmas neck, placing soft kisses every few seconds. "Morning Kuro"

They continued this until Kenma had successfully finished making his tea. Kuroo was being especially clingy this morning, but Kenma didn't mind too much. They moved their cuddle session to the couch. Kenma quietly sips his tea, as Kuroo holds onto Kenma. Kuroo's eyes were closed allowing him to take in every moment. Noting every breath the other took and following every movement he made. This felt nice.

They continued sitting like that until Bokuto made his way out of the room. When he walked out he couldn't help but love the look of his partners. They were both perfect to him and he couldn't ask for anyone better.

Morning was one of the few times that Bokuto wasn't his usual hyper self. It took about an hour or so before he was up and going. That meant lots of morning cuddles before he suddenly got motivated to start the day. He walked over to his cuddling partners. He grabbed Kenmas face and pulled it up to place a long loving kiss on his lips. He turned to Kuroo doing the same and adding a kiss to each of their foreheads before he quietly walked over to the kitchen to make himself some tea.

This morning was quiet, but it felt relaxing. None of them felt the need to say anything. They all were perfectly content with only being in the other's presence. The mood stayed the same until there was a knock at the door. Kuroo placed a kiss on Kenmas temple and stood up.

When Kuroo walked back inside he placed all of their breakfast down on the table. Bokuto disappeared and came back carrying a very sleepy-looking Akaashi. They all took their place at the table.

The rest of their morning was peaceful and they all hung out until they made their way to the gallery. When they arrived at the gallery Kenma noticed that it was considerably larger than his own. It genuinely made Kenma why the artist wanted to feature their art in his smaller gallery.

Kenma and Akaashi made their way into the gallery as the older two boys stayed in the car. They walked through the doors and were wrapped into a warm building. The style of the gallery was beautiful. Seeing it made Kenma feel as though he was right back at home. That brought a sense of comfort for him. Much like his gallery, the inside was dimly lit with darker walls. The painting told more of a story, rather than just being shown. Walking through the gallery it dawned on Kenma as to why the artists wanted to have his work displayed in Kenma's gallery. They had a very similar taste in style.

They walked in and were greeted by a lady that helped lead them into the back. When they opened the door to the office they were greeted by another random man. Neither Kenma nor Akaashi got the chance to meet the artist they were just instructed by his assistants.

The stranger reached out his hand for the other two boys "You must be Kenma and Akaashi." They each nodded. "Lovely, I was instructed to lead you back to the display room. If you'd just follow me."

This meeting was peculiar to both of the boys but they tried their best to just move on. They walked into a larger room that was in the back. It seemed more like a storage unit but it did have temporary walls with the art displayed onto it.

The man took them over to the two walls that had ten pieces splayed onto them. "Feel free to choose any of these to take back."

Kenma was skeptical about everything at this point. They seriously would pay for his hotel and drag him four hours just so he could maybe pick a couple of paintings. Kenma turned to the assistant "What's the catch with all of this?"

"There is none, Eita simply wanted a chance to spread his name farther. He had seen your gallery years prior and that influenced his choice. No catch." That all made sense to Kenma. Most artists would want to broaden their horizons, even if this was a slightly odd way of going about it.

Kenma closely looked at every piece on the walls. They were beautiful and each one was made with heavy emotions. Even with every painting creating a story that could lead people into hours of pondering so far there were only three that had sparked a real interest in Kenma. Each of the pieces he chose he told Akaashi and he kept a mental note of the ones they would keep.

It had gotten to the last two paintings. Kenma glanced up at the painting, and the world froze.

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Author Note: I'm sorry if this part is absolutely trash. 😅

That's all I have to say. I hope everyone has a good day!