DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

t w e n t y - s e v e n

—I heard yesterday. - Kuroo said, taking a sip of coffee.

—Heard what? - Kenma asked without much interest.

The three had breakfast at the kitchen table, Kuroo, Kenma and Bokuto. The three of them had a hangover and had no patience for conversation, not even the platinum boy who always had the mood for everything, said something. It was almost eleven in the morning, they wanted to sleep a few more hours, but it's not often that they could do such a thing, even if it was a Sunday.

—"I love you". - Kuroo said in a failed attempt to imitate your voice. Bokuto who was focused on a fixed point holding the coffee cup, widened his eyes, looking at Kenma. - You're playing with fire, Kenma. - warned.

—And is it your business? - he said without humor.

—Just saying... you know it's dangerous. - Kuroo sighed, staring at the coffee inside the cup and placing it on the table. - I know you really like each other, but even so, Kenma...

—Did she say that to Kenma? How do you know? - Bokuto asked curious.

—We had a lot of fun yesterday. - Kuroo said, smiling when remembering scenes from last night. - But that's beside the point. Koutaro agrees with me, doesn't he? It's dangerous for you to have such strong feelings for each other.

—I didn't say it back. - Kenma countered. - I don't mean to say it back.- He shrugged. - And Bokuto is dating Akaashi, her best friend, what's the difference?

—Akaashi doesn't know half of what Y/N does, Kenma... - Bokuto said, staring at the half blonde.- He knows that I sell and that I make fucking money running, Y/N already knows almost everything.

—And she even threw that drink in Daishou's face. Damn Kenma! Daishou! - He said rubbing his face. - Do you know what will happen when he finds out that she is your girl? He's going to kill her, make you watch, and then kill you next.

—He didn't find out until now and he won't find out. - Kenma said, trying to put an end to the matter. - It's not because you slept with us once that you can talk about me and her, Kuroo.- He huffed, getting up and dropping his cup into the sink. - I don't want you meddling in my business.

Kenma walked out of the kitchen, leaving the two boys behind with a frown. It was not customary for them to argue or have differences of opinion, however, Kenma hated that they talked about his personal life without him having asked, whether the person was right or not was none of their business.

He went back to his room, putting on clothes that were decent and down the stairs again, finding the two friends already out the door. He took his keys and went to his car, which was already waiting for him in the driveway. The three headed in the same direction, heading to the penthouse where the party had been yesterday. Arriving there, the three got out of their respective cars and went to the elevator, going up to the penthouse. Silence prevailed, neither one nor the other wanted to say anything more than necessary.

As soon as the metal doors opened, they went out and looked around the place, some people cleaning up yesterday's mess, either picking up the trash or sweeping the floor. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes was still very present in the environment, as well as the remains of cocaine on the tables, some banknotes thrown on the floor and other messy and dirty things. Kenma sighed as he saw who he would meet. The boy was sitting on his back, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Kuroo nodded for the two to go ahead.

—Kozume! - Daishou said excitedly, giving a hug that was quickly rejected by Kenma. - Always in a bad mood, you know I don't like it!

—Ignore him. - Koutaro laughed, accepting Daishou's hug, glaring at Kenma, who just rolled his eyes and sat down in one of the armchairs.- Why are we here?- he asked, also sitting down.