I sat down at the table and Bokuto sat down next to me. I looked at the menu, and he did the same, more aloof than me. When we were younger, I had an inferiority complex towards him, because I thought that he was way better than me at everything, but now we are really close.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Bokuto looked at me inquisitively.
"It's Kenma. I've been seeing him around recently." I said quietly, distress obvious in my voice. He looked at me like I was stupid, and I mirrored his movements.
"You're gonna have to get over yourself." He waved his hands animatedly as he talked.
"It's just throwing me off." I sighed, and he had that same look on his face. The "Why are you like this" face.
"A lot of people go to school in Tokyo. It's kinda crazy that you haven't seen him until now." Bokuto reasoned with me, which he didn't do that often. It made me feel especially stupid, because I usually was the one that was reasoning with the other.
"He makes me so mad." I started, my fists clenching on the table. "I just feel like this is gonna turn into a whole drama thing, and I don't want anything to do with him."
"You can make it a whole drama thing by talking about it all the time, or you can ignore it altogether and just live your life." He offered, and I looked at him, this time as if he was the stupid one.
"Are you serious? He is literally a barista at the cafe I'm a regular at." I scoffed, and Bokuto looked worried.
"That sucks. I mean, what does he mean to you anymore?" He looked at me inquisitively, and I scratched my scalp, thinking.
What does he mean to me?
"Nothing." I said, surety lacking in my tone. I thought about it.
What does he mean to me?
"Are you sure?"
What does he mean to me?
"Yes. Absolutely nothing." The truth was water, barely being held together by a thin balloon of little white lies.
"Then there should be no problem." He laughed, the sound reverberating off of the walls of the booth we were sitting at.
"You're right. There's no problem." I scoffed, and took a sip of my water. A waitress walked over to where we were sitting, and started talking to us.
"What would you like?" she smiled at Bokuto, and I noticed her looking him up, then down. I internally laughed, and wondered if he noticed.
"Could I get the caesar salad, and the fried chicken mushroom soup?" He asked, and she turned to me, a hint of pink dusting her face as my eyes met hers.
"I would like a kale salad with strawberries and balsamic vinegar dressing." I said, and she looked a little confused.
"But, that's just a side. Are you sure that's the only thing you want?"
"Yep. That's it." I smiled at her a little, and she said a brief goodbye before walking away to the kitchen.
"Bro, did you see the way she looked you up and down?" I asked Bokuto.
"Yes." He laughed a little, and pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna text 'kaashi"
"Why?" I asked
"Just 'cause." He hid his face with his phone. I swirled my drink with my straw, looking into the whirlpool of water. High school felt like ten years ago until I saw him. Now it feels like yesterday.
What does he mean to me?
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Coffee - Kuroken
FanfictionKuroo and Kenma were high school lovers, but they don't talk anymore. One day, Kuroo sees him, and is completely thrown off. what happens when they start talking again? What happened in the past that's making them so reluctant to reconnect? I dont o...
