Happy Trauma*

Waves

Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.

Chapter 7 𓇚※𓇚

Kenma's POV

People only tell you what they want you to believe.

Like for example Kuroo when I told him that he could have waited a few more days before coming back to my appartement. I had a feeling he was getting... sticky. I couldn't help but wonder why no one had agreed to let him stay longer in their house.

We were drinking the soup that I had warmed up earlier in the evening. What disturbed me the most was that we shared a meal as if the last few days had never existed. Wasn't he mad at me for kicking him out suddenly?

- But you're not listening to me ! I tried to stay at her house but she kicked me out ! justified the black haired one again.

There was no point in forcing him right now. I have to make him trust me first.

- Your " appeal" wasn't working anymore ? Or maybe you're starting to rust...I say mockingly.

It had the effect of making him smile for some reason.

- Oh no, it's not rusty.

I shrugged, choosing not to pick up on his remark. Maybe he was referring to how he had spent his weekend... And I couldn't avoid a grimace of disgust thinking about it.

- What is it Kenma ? Did you come across pepper ?

I was going to tell him that I hadn't put any pepper in the soup before I understood his insinuation.

- No, no, that's not it. I answered casually. If it's not rusty how come you reappeared on my porch again ?

- No idea. Honestly, it's not very entertaining anymore when you have things too easily. You have to find the exception to the rule.

I turned my head in his direction, sitting to my right. Seeing that his lips parted again accompanied by bright eyes like a child's, I got up to clear my plate.

- Kenma, what are you doing ? You haven't even finished your plate !

- I'm not hungry anymore.

I knew, however, that the right thing to do was to stay at the table to talk to him, to put him at ease... But he was already annoying me.

The black haired one sighed.

- You're already skin and bones...

I put my plate quite violently in the sink. The urge to go to my room was becoming more and more urgent. I took a breath before turning around to go and place myself once again at his side even though the chair seemed to burn me. To get what I wanted I needed to get into his game, his childish game, his mature child's game.

- So you found them ? I asked once installed on my chair.

Kuroo lifted his soup-filled spoon to his lips.

- Who ?

- The exception to your rule. I sighed gently in response.

I felt his gaze pierce the skin of my face and I ended up giving him back that intensity by turning around. I didn't understand why he looked so serious, his normally honeyed eyes were suddenly cold. I found myself faced with another version of him to which I had not yet had access until now. Before realizing, once again, how much I didn't know him... If I didn't know him, I couldn't understand him.