Destination: Permanent Vacation

8: Kenma - Saturday

"Ken," I open my eyes to a deep voice saying my name. "Wake up kitten," I roll over and glare at Kuroo. "Hey, hey, none of that," I continue glaring. "I thought you liked morning cuddles?" I stop glaring and let my best friend pull me into a tight hug like he does every time he wakes me up. With how small I am compared to him, our bodies slot perfectly against each other. "Come on, it's afternoon now, time to get up," I look away. "What's up?" Curse his perceptiveness.

"Nuffin," I mumble. Lie. It's a lie. Something is up and I just want to stay in bed and binge watch Friends on my laptop.

"Kitten, you have to get up or the team moms will come up and be all overbearing. I've got your morning iron here for you. Do you want me to go whilst you get ready?"

"No," I mumble. I don't want him to go.

"Alright, then up we get," Kuroo holds onto my arm and helps me to stand up. Almost immediately my eyesight goes dark and I start to fall. "Hey, hey," He pulls my arm up and holds me against him. "Don't worry, I've got you,"

"I'm only anaemic," I protest.

"Yeah, I know, but you won't take care of you so I have to. Now am I talking to girl Kenma, boy Kenma or enby Kenma today?" Kuroo's so... I don't really know how to explain. He's helpful and sensitive even though he's a pain. Sometimes he seems more like a nurse than a friend, though I guess he's kinda both. He makes sure I take all of my medication, he keeps on track of my mental and physical health and he always seems to know what to do. "Ken?" I snap out of my thoughts and remind myself that I need to answer a question.

"They,"

"Got it," Kuroo smiles at me. "So, what we wearing today?" He walks over to the wardrobe and starts rifling through it.

"Dungarees," I answer. Kuroo nods and pulls out three sets of shortalls.

"Galaxy, denim or kitten?" He asks with a smirk. I whack him lightly and take the cat ones. Kuroo just laughs and puts the other two back, grabbing me a hoodie and t-shirt. "We going bind or no bind today?" I shake my head and Kuroo nods. "Right, then, you can go and get ready in the ensuite and I'll wait out here."

_-_

"Kuroo," I call out as I leave our en suite. He stands up from the bed and hands me my iron tablets.

"You look adorable, kitten," He says. I look away and try to fight a blush. He's always like this and I know it's just him being flirty but... I always wonder if he's actually flirting. "Boop," He taps my nose. "You always scrunch your nose a little bit when you blush. It's cute," See what I mean?

"What's for lunch?"

"Well we all had tea,"

"That doesn't sound particularly filling," I comment.

"Iwaizumi and Oikawa kissed twice and Osamu caught Atsumu and Sakusa in the shower together," Kuroo says.

"You're joking?"

"Nope. Anyway, come on. I'm sure there's some leftovers,"

_-_

"If you change your mind, I'm the first in line. Honey, I'm still free. Take a chance on me!" What the heck have we just walked into? "Yaku!" Sugawara points at the other team mom.

"If you need me, let me know, gonna be around. If you've got no place to go
When you're feeling down," Yaku continues the song. Are they singing... Abba? "Ooh! We should play Rasputin! Alisa sings it all the time and Lev hates it, put it on. Hey, Alexa, play Rasputin,"

"Ahem," Kuroo loudly makes our presence known, also making me jump.

Yaku and Suga stop their dad-dancing and become aware of us.

"Kenma! How are you? Did you sleep well?" Yaku asks.

"Food! He needs food!" The fridge door opens and tupperware containers fly onto the kitchen island. Crazy mom friends.

"Uh, yeah... I slept well," I mumble, hopping up onto a barstool. I yawn and stretch out my arms, flopping onto the counter. I can feel everyone staring at me so I look up.

"He's so adorable!" Sugawara coos. I settle back on the worktop.

"What do you want, Ken?" Kuroo asks me. I scan the containers and reach for one containing little pieces of cheese and crackers. I'm not that hungry so it's perfect.

"Rara, Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen," Lev sings as he walks into the room, placing a gold plastic crown on Yaku's head.

"Lev, I told you to stop doing that!" Yaku yells.

"Rara, Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine," Lev winks at Yaku.

"It was a shame how he carried on," Yaku lifts up a knife and Lev steps away.

"Yaku, please don't stab me!" Lev begs, darting around the kitchen island.

"Тогда перестань это делать!" Yaku yells. What the... Russian? Yaku knows Russian? Oh, of course he does, he's been playing for a Russian team.

"Morisuke," Holy- Did Lev just... RIP Lev. He will be missed. Yaku stops and Lev gets to catch his breath. "Put the knife down, lyubimyy,"

"Don't call me that," Yaku lets the knife fall on the counter with a clatter.

"Сейчас. наверху. Нам нужно поговорить," For once I think Lev has the upper hand in the conversation and I have no idea how.

"I'll see you guys later," Yaku mumbles, heading for the staircase.

"Lev- wha-" Suga stutters, confused as the rest of us. "How did you- What did you say to him?"

"I told him to meet me upstairs because we need to talk," Lev answers, stealing a small block of cheese from my tupperware box. "We met up in Russia a couple of times and... Yaku-san wouldn't want me to say anything but it seems like we're different pages about it and... I should probably stop talking before I say anything. I'll see you guys later,"

Lev disappears out of the room and upstairs, leaving the rest of us in a stunned haze.

"Oh. My. God." I look at Sugawara as he claps a hand to his mouth. "They hooked up in Russia,"

A gasp sounds from the doorway followed by a distinctive "No me diga,"