"Set 3"

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Kuroo's POV:

"I'm home!" I shouted from the doorway. The first one(s) to greet me were my little brother and sister, Kei and Yuna. Their twins, both born on January 3rd, currently 4 years old. Although, they always aruge on who was the first one to come out of our mother's womb.

Kei jumped up at me and flew into my arms while Yuna hugged me -- or rather, hugged my leg. "Big brother! Mommy made ramen!" said Kei. "I-- I helped Mommy with it too.." mumbled Yuna. Yuna is really shy, like really really shy, and she's been like that since she started pre-school. On the other hand, Kei was loud, very loud, and especially likeable among his pre-school friends. So, Mom constantly nagged at him to stick with his sister since she had trouble making friends. I remember one time I went to pick them up from school and when I got there, Kei was playing with toy trucks with his friend, and Yuna was in the corner, holding a doll, by herself. That was the last time Kei left her alone, and now drags her around everywhere he goes, it's adorable.

I set down Kei and squatted down to Yuna's height. "And I bet it'll taste even better since both of you girls made it." She smiled shyly, giggling a little. I patted her head, then set my things down to walk over towards the kitchen. Poking my head in the corner, I spotted Mom and went over to greet her.

-- After dinner

"Say Tetsurō, is Kenma sleeping over tomorrow, after your plans?" Asked my Mom. I was helping her wash the dishes while my kid siblings ate a snack. Looking at her, confused, I replied back with a question, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, for tomorrow. Since we're leaving pretty early, it would be best if Kenma slept over so then we wouldn't have to go through the trouble driving to his house. After all, I wouldn't want to disturb his parents so early in the morning." She said.

"Ah- well, I'll ask him tomorrow at the game," I said. She nodded, leaving the rest of the dishes to me while she went to bathe Kei and Yuna after finishing their snack.

Me and Kitten always use to have sleepovers when we were kids, but they mostly occurred at his house, since well.. my parents were fighting at the time. Thinking about it, this was going to be our very first sleepover ever since middle school. After we got into high school, our classes were split, and we rarely saw each other. It felt like we were distancing ourselves from each other, without even trying to, and it sucked, and still does. But recently, he's been acting weirder than usual, ever since Yumi came into the picture. But, I'm not blaming her, after all, she is Kitten's cousin, and it can't be helped that she has to stay with him for a while.

A Little While Later

I can imagine how bored she must be, since Kitten doesn't like to interact with people. I laid down on my bed, debating whether or not to text him. I've noticed recently how I get a bit nervous when texting Kitten, or how I'll do strange things around him. For example, today I put his arm around him and held him close. Obviously, my reason was because of Kitten's fear of older men hitting on him. I have to admit: Kitten did look like a girl if you were looking at him from far away. His hair is always in the way of his face, and he also had a beautiful, firm body. Of course, I never told Kitten I thought those things about him, it'd be weird, right?

Anyways, it's like my body moved on its own, or rather, my arm. It's like I wanted to hold him, keep him safe, warm, in my arms. But why did I think that? I only did it to reassure him that he was okay with me, and nothing else, so why? Why is it that I flirted more with him today in front of Hinata, Kageyama, Bokuto, and Akaashi? It's like I was trying to show off he was mine. Well, I mean.. HE IS mine, but like, mine as in, my best friend. If anything, the person with the key to my heart was Yumi. I had it all planned out.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 20, 2021 ⏰

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