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kuroken: kenma's palette

Kuroo and Kenma had known one another for nearly 18 years. They had been a couple for 4 of those 18 years by now, and Kuroo had yet to see Kenma eat a vegetable during that time. Well, okay maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. Kuroo hadn't seen Kenma voluntarily eat a vegetable during that time.

Kuroo single handedly considers himself the sole reason why Kenma hasn't died from some sort of malnourishment. It's not too far from the truth, actually.

Without him, he wonders how Kenma would be alive today. Ever since they were kids, Kuroo has had to force anything remotely healthy down the younger boys throat like it was poison. Kenma actually admitted that he hated food that quote "...came from the Earth."

One time, Kuroo spent hours wrapping cherry tomatoes in empty candy wrappers in attempt to trick Kenma. Did his stomach hurt quite a bit after all that candy? Yes, yes it did. But, Kenma went through 3 of them before he realized that the sweets Kuroo had so sweetly offered to him weren't actually sweets at all.

Kenma considered it one of the biggest betrayals of their entire relationship.

Kuroo considered it a motherfucking win.

So here Kuroo was, standing in the kitchen of their home, trying to coerce Kenma to eat the other half of his dinner. You know, the half that wasn't deep fried cutlet and rice. And there Kenma was, actively ignoring his boyfriend like he was some type of puppy.

"Eat it." Kuroo demanded, it was firm but soft.

Nothing. No response. Nada.

New tactic.

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." this time he whined. Looking at Kenma adoringly and hoping that his tone would be more convincing.

Not even a blink.

Kuroo wonders often if Kenma is just messing with him sometimes, and that dating him had to have been a horrid ongoing prank. But that thought is whisked away when Kuroo reminds himself that the shorter boy would sooner rather die than spend more than a few waking seconds with someone he disliked; Lev being a prime example.

"Babeeeeeeeeeeeee, you're gonna get sick if you keep eating like this."

The older boy sees Kenma's cheek twinge pink and he smiles to himself. Gottem . After 4 years of being a couple, Kenma still could barely handle the pet names Kuroo so dotingly called him.

"No." he said flatly. His tone contradicting the red on his face.

"Baby, please?" Kuroo looked at him, eyes wide praying that the younger would give in. Kuroo was desperate. He had given in for the past week, Kenma somehow always winning him over. Whether if it was through kisses or the promise of something new in the bedroom. Kuroo was weak for his baby, and his baby knew that all too well.

"Fine." the taller looked at Kenma defeatedly. Kenma smiled and jumped up from his seat at their dining table. Promptly giving his boyfriend a firm kiss and giggle.

"Hey, hey where were all my kisses earlier."

"Well earlier, you were trying to feed me that." he pointed over at his forgotten plate, his face crinkling in disgust.

"Don't point at it like that."

"It's a plate." Kenma deadpanned.

"Yeah, with my food on it. I put all my love in the food I make for you." the taller said dramatically.

"You're gross."

"You love me."

"Who said that?"