𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 ༉‧₊ 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

01

• kenma's pov •

i don't know what i was expecting after hearing that almost inaudible confession in the elevator last night from a stranger who's name i didn't even know. that too, when i ran away the moment i got the chance to.

i don't know what i was expecting, but it certainly wasn't waking up to the multiple door bells on my apartment door, only to open it and find the guy from last night standing there.

"oh, hey ken! good morning," he said cheerfully. i stared at his face for a bit, looking for any signs of what he might be up to, and i found nothing except the fact that he was really excited, before glancing down at my wrist watch.

"it's 12 pm," i deadpanned. i wasn't looking forward to a conversation with a guy i rejected. wait no, does it even count as rejecting? he didn't ask me out, right? yes that's right kenma, he was playing with you. don't sweat it. you didn't reject him, and he's not here to talk to you about it.

"already?! time flies, i just woke up at 5 a few hours ago!" he said, inviting himself inside my apartment. he looked around the place, amused. as if he hadn't seen a decent apartment for a long time. or maybe a clean one.

"h-hey, who said you could come inside?" i glared at his back.

seriously? the nerve this guy has inviting himself inside. i don't even know him!

"i can't? i thought we were friends, i'm hurt," he put a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"i don't even know your name," i sighed, closing my door. something has got to be wrong. i shouldn't be trusting a guy i didn't even know. i shouldn't invite him to my apartment. wait no, he invited himself. but still! i shouldn't close the door with just the two of us inside. even worse, i don't know him.

"kuroo tetsuro," he said with a small smirk, as if the main problem was me not knowing his name, and not the fact that he was standing inside my apartment uninvited.

"why are you here?" i said, getting back to the point.

"oh, i was curious and wanted to clear something," he smiled.

clear something, clear something... is this going where i think it is going? oh no, please not today. and definitely not in the noon.

"and?" i raised an eyebrow, mustering up whatever courage i had left, and swallowing the ball formed in the back of my throat.

"i'm not sure if you heard me last night, so i came here to tell you that i like you and ask you out on a date," he said nonchalantly, crossing his arms on the back of his head and leaning against the door that lead to my room. his eyes roamed around the small studio apartment, landing on my tv screen which had minecraft on.

what the hell? did i hear him right?

"pardon?" i raised an eyebrow. "what kind of thought process is that? and who comes to ask someone out on a date they just met yesterday?" i sighed, massaging my temple.

was he messing with me?

"huh? but i just did," he scratched the back of his neck, looking confused.

"and that's exactly why i'm saying that isn't the right way! we don't even know eachother, are you dumb or something?" i let out an exasperated sigh, taking a deep breath in after and then moving to stand in front of him.

"so you're saying you don't have a problem that i am a guy?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "that's a relief!"

did he really just ask me out without knowing that?

"you're unbelievable," i groaned. "i don't know how much you're getting for this dare, or how far are you planning to mess with me, but i don't know you and i would never date someone i don't know," i said in one go, almost running out of breath.

why is he making me talk so much.

"THIS ISN'T A DARE MY FEELINGS ARE GENUINE COULDN'T YOU REJECT ME IN A NICER WAY?!" he cried, stomping his feet on the ground, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"WELL I WOULD IF YOU HAD ASKED ME OUT IN A NICER WAY," i shouted.

"SO YOU'RE SAYING YOU'D REJECT ME EITHER WAY?" he shouted back.

"I JUST MADE IT CLEAR THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK."

the argument was childish. his concern was childish too. maybe he was just a dense dork who didn't know how things worked out. i could say the same for me, i didn't know how things worked. but i knew that getting to know eachother should he the first step, not a confession.

there was silence, maybe he was understanding stuff, so i decided to speak up.

"look, you're probably confused. why would you even like me? i mean—" he cut me off.

"i understand if you have a problem with the fact that you don't know me, but why would i not like you?" he was serious, so i had to stop and think for a bit.

"i mean, you just met me yesterday..." i trailed off. there was silence, and i looked down. he is quiet, i hope he's reconsidering things. i hope this conversation gets over soon.

"ahh..." he started, and my gaze immediately shot up, only to find him standing too close to me, making me immediately take a step back. "it really doesn't matter to me."

"look," i put both of my hands on his shoulder and pushed him back a bit. "how about you think about it a bit more? i seriously think you're just confused."

"that's the only thing i could think about last night..." he muttered something under his breeath which was almost inaudible.

"huh?" i asked, confused.

"nothing!" he chirped and leaned down, holding up his pinky finger. "friends, then?"

i stared at his face, and then at his hands. i shrugged, at least he'll stop confessing. i held up my hand and connected my pinky with his.

"friends," i repeated, looking up at him, he looked back into my eyes. the playful glint in his eyes, and the dangerous smirk that was plastered on his face was telling me something. something i realised a little too late into the future. because if i had known it that day, i would've kicked him right out of my apartment and my life.

(a/n); HEYYY EVERYONE!! my exams ended :> frequent updates!!! (or so, i hope)

anyways, TYSM FOR EVERYONE WHO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER AND VOTED <3

stay happy, and dont forget to drink water!!