Tourette's || KuroKen

chapter 27 - don't go, will you?

"Don't—!" Kenma gasped as he woke up from the constantly occurring nightmare, but this time had felt different, it felt too real.

He slowly got out of bed, the same routine. Walking the house, checking in Kuroo's room, luckily he was still there sleeping. But this morning didn't sit right with him, his mind felt like a wave pool, slowly pushing on his skull to be let out to flood everywhere.

The tap was rushed out of the faucet, filling the cup. The water made his stomach grumble less, but the unsettling feeling sat there.

"I can't deal with this dream anymore.." Kenma sighed as he rubbed his forehead with his pointer finger and his thumb.

His head pounded, drills slammed though his skull. A bucket of pain hit his body, swirling his stomach. His vision felt like it was fading, feeling like he was going to throw up the water he just drank.

A hand hit his back, "You okay?"

Kenma resurfaced his eyesight, looking up to the boy resting his hand on his back. "I'm fine," He groaned and stood up more straight.

"Mhm," Kuroo mumbled and wrapped his arm around Kenma's neck.

Kenma hunched under the weight, but his arm felt lighter then usual. He looked up to Kuroo, Kuroo looked happier, looked soothed. 

"You look.. very soothed," Kenma whispered as he stared at Kuroo.

"I am!" He said.

Kenma's curiosity grew larger, something was off. "Why are you up, Tetsurōu?" Kenma adjusted under Kuroo's arm.

Kuroo sighed slowly, "I heard you open my door, blah blah, and now I'm awake."

"Ah, my fault then?" Kenma laughed.

"Indeed it is, Kenma." He smiled.

Kenma smiled back, still clutching the glass in hand. Swiftly, Kenma chucked the remaining water onto Kuroo, splashing on his face directly, pouring down his shirt. Kuroo's eyes were closed in shock, he coughed a bit before taking his arm and wiping the water.

"Kenma.. what in the holy hell was that for," Kuroo coughed a bit.

Kenma's hand was still in the same position, "To check if you were real and I'm not hallucinating."

"Why the fuck would I not be real?" Kuroo raised an eyebrow, not acknowledging the water seeping through his shirt.

"You just seem.. so happy and, and," Kenma felt something clog his throat. "Carefree..?"

Kuroo smirked, "As I should be." A bit of cockiness blew off of him.

Kenma stared at the 'posing' Kuroo, he smiled. He felt like rapid tears were going to come down, he didn't know why, maybe because seeing Kuroo so happy was the reason? But he didn't want to cry for a stupid reason, he held his breath and looked away.

Kenma looked at the sink and set the glass down, pushing Kuroo's arm off of him.

"Kenmaa," Kuroo groaned, "Why are you being so mushy. Look at me," He tilted his head.

Kenma stared at the sink, there is something wrong. If this is a dream, some paranormal paradox, is it bad he wanted to stay? His grasp tightened on the counter's edge, tears flooded down his face.

"I'm just.. so happy that," Kenma choked his words, these words coming out made him want to gag. "You seem so joyful."

Silence filled the air, Kuroo stared at him, piercing through Kenma's head.