The other side (~ the greatest showman)
Chapter 2 𓇚※𓇚
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What a plot twist you were - Anonymous
Kuroo's POV
"Oh shit" was my first thought when I saw the knife.
"Oh it's that boy" was my second.
"We were not supposed to see each other again" was my last.
And yet, here I was, so close to him I could even perceive the angry glim in his eyes. However, the situation was a bit more complicated than 6 years ago, us being in his apartment and not under the willow tree of our schoolyard. Him being on one side of the blade and me on the other.
I smiled but he didn't even blink.
I don't really know what made me recognize him from such a distance, it wasn't like we knew one another. He still had that weird cutted bob pudding hair and that hunched posture. That was about it.
He was waiting on the side of a street for the traffic lights to turn red when I saw him. A cream colored coat covered him, his face hidden by a scarlet scarf protecting him from the damp cold of february. A calm vibe radiating off of him.
I stand up from the sidewalk, leaving my blanket and my cup to greet an old acquaintance. However, the pedestrian's traffic light turned green and he was too far away from me to yell. Yell a name I didn't know, actually. If I scream "Fumetsu" maybe it would work. It took me about a second for me to consider my options and to run after him.
I couldn't comprehend why I did it, what I was expecting from my action or him. I just knew now that my heart stabbed my chest the same way his eyes pierced mine when I realized my mistake. Those same eyes that lit up his face and, once, made me think of the sun due to how bright they were.
Even if I was too proud to admit it out loud, it only half pleased me to have a kitchen knife pointed in my direction.
"Good evening" I began.
The blond didn't react.
"I'm glad to see you again. We are lucky to see each other again... right ?"
His answer remained the same.
"Could you put that knife down ? You're going to hurt yourself."
The slight tremor of his hands didn't go unnoticed but they did not move. One of his hands was hastily rummaging his pockets to pull out a phone.
"No, don't call the police. I swear I mean you no harm."
As if I was trying to reason with him I raised both my hands in the air like in TV shows. It made him think for a few moments.
"Get out."
An idea raced through my head.
"My parents kicked me out of their house. I have nowhere to go. Please let me..."
"Not my problem, get out." he cut me off.
I took a step forward and him three backwards.
"Just let me stay here tonight, please. I can give you everything, all that is mine will be yours. Just ton..." I pleaded.
He approached quickly, showing the tip of the blade straight ahead.
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving !"
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