Just a Little Drama -Kuroken x Reader

Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24:

KUROO'S POV

I was going to the bathroom when I saw that the roof door was open. I swear I saw something yellow move up there so I decided to check it out. I walked up the stairs and opened the door wider and turned my head, looking around. There was Kenma. Cutting. I was horrified at the sight. His white shirt was soaked in his own blood. He seemed satisfied and I could never imagine why. "Hey..." I whispered, not understanding the situation. Kenma knelt down and grabbed the knife. "Hey- hey what the hell are you doing?!" I yelled, running to him and grabbing his wrist. He looked at me with dead eyes. I was finally starting to understand what was going on. He was cutting himself. I kept asking him why, but he never replied. Eventually, he just broke down and cried. He cried until he didn't have any more tears left.

I wanted to ask him why he was doing it, but I figured if I asked, he would just break down all over again. I noticed that most of his cuts were pretty shallow, but there were lots of them and it'll probably take him a while before it fully heals. "So uh, I noticed that you and (F/N) didn't come to school for a while. What happened?" I asked slowly, making sure I didn't say anything to offend him. He looked down. "She left." He said, wiping his tears with his hand and sniffling. "Oh, I see." I said, looking away.

After that, I cleaned his Nekoma sweater that was left on the ground the best I could. There was still a bit of red here and there, but that was the best I could do. By the time I finished, he managed to fall asleep and I had to carry him back. I told the principal I needed to go because of "family issues". I went back to class to get my bag and Mio stopped me. "Hey, where are you going?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Family issue." I said, brushing her hand off my shoulder. She pouted and folded her arms.

I decided to go to my house since Kenma's parents might be home. It took a while since I was carrying my heavy bag, as well as a wiped out Kenma. But, I eventually made it home. Right when I was going to open the door, it opened by itself?! "Kuroo!" A girl said from behind the door. "WeLcOmE hOmE!" She said, showing herself. It was (F/N), and she was smiling. I missed her smile. But her expression changed when she saw Kenma's bloody arms. "Oh... uh, hold on, lemme get the bath ready." She said, dashing upstairs. I left Kenma on the couch and went to the washer and threw in his red Nekoma sweater. Red on red isn't that bad. When I got back to the living room, Kenma was awake, and (F/N) led him upstairs to the washroom. "Hey Kuroo! Come help him take off his clothes." (F/N) called a few seconds later.

I managed to get him into the bath after a whole hour of arguing. "Jeez." I sighed. "Make sure to scrub yourself with soap! Don't forget to wash your hair." I said, walking out of the bathroom and closing the door. I heard an annoyed 'okay' from the bathroom. I sighed again. I looked around and I saw (F/N) holding a hand to her chest and breathing rapidly. "Hey, are you okay?" I slowly walked over to her. She nodded, her breathing quickened. "I... can't-" She said between her breathing. She gulped for air. I didn't know what to do, so I just ran toward her and hugged her. "You're gonna be okay." I said, stroking her hair and patting her back. After a while, she started breathing normally again. "You okay now?" I asked her, looking at her face. "Yeah..." She said, stepping back. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." She said, giving me a small smile. "Maybe... maybe you're just tired." I said, thinking of some random reason. "Yeah, maybe."

Kenma got out of the shower having an annoyed look on his face. His cuts were still bleeding, but not as much as they were before. "C'mon, I'll dry your hair for you." (F/N) said, grabbing a towel from the closet. I missed seeing them. I forgot how much they cared about each other.

YOUR POV

Life seemed so... dull. Nothing seemed fun anymore, and I felt so dead. We were sitting on the couch and I was drying Kenma's hair. I forced myself to smile, I mean, when didn't I? I don't even remember the last time I smiled genuinely. Well, who cares.