This December | Kuroo x Kenma Hospital AU

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Looking at the mess that is his side of the closet, Kenma sighed. It's April now, and in a month or so he would have to permanently move into the hospital. He'd figured that he'd start packing some stuff now, but just looking at everything made him exhausted. Why did Kuroo let him make such a mess!?

Kenma picked up and armful of clothes and put them on the bed. He went through them to see which ones he'd keep here and which he'd want to wear, and made two piles. It took twenty minutes before he gave up. But he did have three neatly sorted piles, so he deemed it enough progress.

He smiled to himself when he felt his phone buzz.

New text from: Kuroo (11:20am)

Kuroo
[Heeey Kenma. How's it going?]

Kenma (11:21am)
[Fine. I sorted through some clothes and stuff. When will you be home?]

Kuroo (11:22am)
[My shift ends at 7. But Akaashi called to tell me that Osamu is taking his cart around this area today to sell his onigiri so I was thinking about stopping to get some after. If you want it, that is.]

Kenma (11:24am)
[Sure. I like his food.]

Kuroo (11:24am)
[That's that then :) How are you feeling today? I didn't wanna wake you up before I left.]

Kenma (11:25am)
[Exhausted, and my head hurts like usual, but other than that not bad. Better than last week.]

Kuroo (11:27am)
[At least it's not too bad. I gotta go for now, but I'll check in again later. Don't forget to take your medicine!]

Kenma (11:28am)
[I won't. Bye, love you.]

Kuroo (11:28am)
[I love you too.]

Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Kenma made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. He let out a sigh as he sat down at the kitchen table and looked at his laptop.

Kenma's eyes widened as he stared at the two hundred new emails before him. Two. Hundred. He took a sip of his coffee, currently hating his life, and started going through them.

The majority of them are from comments on his youtube and messages on his twitch. Alright then. It couldn't be too hard to go through them, surely.

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Kenma thought wrong. He hadn't been very active on his social media recently, and apparently that was worrying to his fans. And it's possible that Kenma was yet to mention to them the fact that he has brain cancer.

So, he'd decided to go live around one and play some games. And, of course, casually slip in that he'd probably only do a few more streams before he's hospitalized.

After he got that over with, Kenma plopped down on the couch with a sigh. A sharp pain had made its way throughout his entire head, and neither medicine nor coffee had helped.

Wincing, Kenma picked up his phone and called Kuroo.

"Oh hey! I was just about to text you. What's up darling?"

"Is there any chance you could come home early?"

"Of course. Kenma... Are you alright?"

"No."

"Alright. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

~

Kuroo sat down next to a bleary eyed Kenma and frowned. "Hey baby. Are you okay?"

Kenma closed his eyes. "I think it's gonna happen again."

"Another seizure?"

"Mhm. My head hasn't hurt this bad in months. And I feel... Weird."

"Damn." Kuroo ran a hand through his hair. He looked Kenma over with concern and sighed. "Let's get you off the couch then."

Shaking, Kenma shook his head.

"Kenma-"

"I don't wanna. I can't move right now."

"Kenma." Gently, Kuroo tilted Kenma's head to make his boyfriend look at him. "I know, my love. I know you're tired and hurting. But please let me help you. You remember what happened the last time it happened on the couch right? You hit your head pretty hard, and I know you know you don't want that again."

"I know," Kenma whispered.

"I'll carry you to our bed. You don't have to walk."

"Alright."

Kuroo grinned at his victory and carefully picked Kenma up. He carried him to their room and layer him down on the bed.

"I'm sorry."

Holding his face, Kuroo kissed Kenma. "Don't apologize."

"Can you... Can you stay with me?"

"Of course. I have no plans of leaving you to deal with this alone. Ever."