Tourette's || KuroKen

chapter 25 - information; death

TW: blood; s/h

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"You sure I'm doing this right?" Kuroo questioned as he spread bleach on Kenma's hair.

"Sure," Kenma shrugged as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Kuroo smiled a rubbed another chunk of bleach down his head. "Don't blame me if it—" Kuroo flung a blob of bleach into the air, causing it to stick to the ceiling.

Kenma stared at the ceiling for a moment, "Don't tell Misaki about that.." He chuckled.

"Damn it." Kuroo mumbled, still looking at the ceiling with a spot of bleach hanging from it, guaranteed to make a stain.

Kenma looked into the mirror once more, staring at the boy behind him that was spreading bleach along his hair, he sighed and closed his eyes. Kenma played with his fingers as the hands on his head massaged his scalp, he felt the urge to fall asleep until small slaps continued on his head, followed by a small 'sorry.'

"What are we going to do about.." Kenma trailed off.

Kuroo stopped for a moment, then continued on his hair.

Kenma's voice lowered into a mumble, "That women isn't a suitable parent."

"No shit."

Kuroo's anger rose as he thought more about his biological mother. What she had done to him, what she has said. Physically and mentally dug into him, leaving a large crevice of guilt and dark figures. More tics approached. Kuroo felt his hands pulling onto Kenma's hair, feeling small strands get straggled out from his scalp.

Kuroo let his hand hand go of the bundle of hair, some strands sticking to the gloves covered in bleach. He stared at his hand blankly, he was disappointed in himself to not being able to suppress his tics, as he had tried multiple times, working occasionally.

"God damn it," Kuroo gritted his teeth.

Kenma gave no consideration to what had happened, not caring about the slight pinch of his hair being pulled out. He turned around in the chair and looked Kuroo directly in the eyes, causing Kuroo to avoid his eye contact.

"Answer the question Tetsu..roū," Kenma stated. "Don't get all pissed about it too."

Kuroo slid his gloves off, revealing palms covered in sweat. He bawled them up and threw onto the sink counter, watching them bounce and roll into the sink.

"I don't know what we'll do.." Kuroo's head bobbed up and down. "It's not— Pew — like we can do anything."

Kenma hummed in response, looking away from Kuroo's face.

The boys looked around the room awkwardly, confused on what to say next. The air was filled with tension, feeling the mixture of anger and melancholy.

"Thank you," Kenma broke the silence with small words.

"Mhm." Kuroo mumbled and slowly walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his hands together.

Kenma watched him walk out and down the hallway, slipping up the stairs and into his bedroom. Kenma looked back into the mirror, looking at his hollow face. He stared at the bags weighing his eyes down, looking like a bag collecting small amounts of blue light. Small pimples spread across his forehead, cheeks and chin, causing him to scratch them off. His hand slip up to his eyes, slowly touching the bags hanging from his eyes. The hand slip down his face and held onto his neck, the feeling of comfort came to him as warmness spread down his spine.

The mirror illuminated, glowing a bright blinding light. Kenma squinted at the mirror, it felt warm and the air felt soft. The soft light burnt out, covered by a dark liquid filling the mirror, drowning Kenma's reflection. Kenma felt a panic sensation, he stood up quickly, his eyes kept on the blackness swallowing him whole.