ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ ɪs ᴏғғʟɪɴᴇ

[ᴜsᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ]

Kuroo kneels beside Kenna, rubbing his back.

"What do you mean?"

"That girl I was playing with this morning, she was the lady."

"Well, do you think she's close?"

Kenma looks Kuroo in the eyes. Kuroo could feel the terror emitting from him, he felt how his eyes were swelling with tears.

"Why did she choose to be obsessed with me...?"

Kuroo pulls him in closer.

"I have no idea, but the faster we get to my house, the farther she'll be from us."

Kenma nuzzles himself onto Kuroo, wishing  this was just some stupid horror game. One of those horror games that mess you up mentally. One of those horror games you'll never want to hear of again.

"Hey, let me get your bag, I'll pick you up and we'll run."

"No, I can run by myself, just grab the bag."

Kuroo rolls his eyes, sliding the duffle bag on his shoulder. He then lifts Kenma up and continues running.

"KURO, WHAT THE HELL?!"

"IF I DON'T MAKE IT, I'D RATHER GO DOWN WITH YOU INSTEAD OF WATCHING YOU GO ALONE!"

Kenma settles. Shivers flew up his spine.

"YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND! I WON'T BE ABLE TO SETTLE WITH THE FACT OF YOU BEING GONE! I WON'T!"

Kenma lays his head down, he wraps his arms around Kuroo's neck and looks at him. He was clearly overworked, screaming, running, and carrying.

"I'm sorry."

"There is no sorry, Kenma. I just scared you." He says in between huffs. "We're almost there." His voice seemed strained.

"Look, Kenma!" Kuroo says, huffing. He places Kenma down and hands him his duffle bag. "We made it..."