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"here." you placed kuroos black notebook on his desk. he looked up at you. "thanks, even though i had no use in to it." you looked everywhere but his eyes. "huh?" he puzzled. "were not in the same class, dummy." you mumbled. "oh, im sorry." he said retrieving his notebook. "no no, thank you for being considerate!" you shook your hands in defense. "besides that, are you feeling better?" he sounded worried. "yeah, thanks to you. if you werent there, id probably still bury myself in my work." you laughed nervously while rubbing your nape. "so do you consider me as your hero now?" kuroo smirked. "that again? do you expect me to go on my knees and praise you?" you rolled your eyes. "maybe?" he shrugged. you flicked his forehead playfully. "never in a million years." you laughed. "i gotta get to class, see you later." you waved him goodbye with a closed eyed smile.
kuroo blushed. he hadnt seen a smile like that come out of you. butterflies surrounded his stomach at a rapid rate. hed never met someone like you.
"I knew you liked maids but a maid cafe? your crazy." kenma sighed. "a lot of people do actually! its not like shes a dressing like a clown or something." kuroo scoffs. "but still, you should come with me." kuroo suggested once again. "nah, sounds boring." kenma said bringing his focus back to his psp. "they have really good apple pie." kuroo hinted. kenma tensed up at the information. "well—in that case, youre paying." kenma stammered while side eyeing the bed hair boy. "fine with me." kuroo replied along with a sigh.
"so you gaslighted him into coming with you?" you puzzled. "basically, cat boy over here loves his apple pie." kuroo wrapped his arm around kenmas shoulders. "dont call me that, maid freak." kenma cringed. "hear that? maid freak." you laughed at the nickname. "okay fine, maid freak it is if im being called it by you." he winks at you. kenma once again cringed. "corny dumbass," you pushed his face away. "well see you out there." you waved as you entered from the back. "y/n!" amelie ran up to hug you. "amelie, hi," you patted her head as she embraced your chest. "are you okay? makio said you collapsed!" amelie questioned with watery eyes. "im okay, i was just tired is all." you softened at her worried face. "i missed you." she whined as she let you go to rub the wetness from her eyes. "I missed you too."
"kenma, would you at least get off that?" kuroo suggested. "no, we agreed on me coming with you nothing more, nothing less." kenma said tapping away onto the psp controls. "thats it." kuroo snatched the device from the boys hands. "give it back," kenma snarled trying to grab the control that rose above kuroos head. "no. your eyes are gonna pop out if you keep looking at a screen." kuroo nagged. "you and your stupid excuses." kenma laid back in his seat. "here is your apple pie," you said coming out of the kitchen. you placed the pastry in front of kenma. "enjoy!" you offered him an closed eye smile. "thank you." he clapped his hands together before digging into the warm treat. "see you can make the boy do anything for in exchange of an apple pie, its cute." kuroo said as he leaned his head onto his palm. "call me that again and ill show you cute." kenma grumbled as he stuffs his face. you soften at the sight before you.
"bye kenma!" you bid your goodbyes. "bye." he mumbled to you before entering his home. "hes cute." you exclaimed as you both walked further away from kenmas residence. "coming from the president? sheesh." he joked. "no—wait not like that!" you mentally smacked your head. "he gives younger brother vibes." you giggled. "well, i wouldnt know. im an only child." you shrugged. "prolly cus kenma is just a small fry." kuroo chuckled. "probably." you sighed. "also," you stopped in your tracks. "what?" kuroo turned to you, puzzled. "if you tell any other soul about my secret, i may or may not stab your eyes out." you smiled with an irk.
