𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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—"Ain't no fucking way!"

"Lower your voice! Damn!" Natsu pokes Kuroo in his shoulder. he couldn't have felt anything more than a subtle pinch from that but he acted like he was just struck across the face 

"Sorry"

"Ain't no fucking way!" Natsu repeats the very exclamation, just a bit quieter, her hands cupped over her mouth

"quit gasping! Everyone knows she told yo ass" Kuroo elbows her

"Yeah you're right but still! You aren't gonna..ya'll aren't gonna be exclusive?" She locks two fingers together

You aren't easily struck silent like this. Thoughts of a relationship usually were driven outta your head right about now, you didn't let those wonderings stick around for very long.

You chuckle to yourself a bit, a bitter kind of laugh. Cause why the hell is she still trying to sell this idea to you? "is that supposed to be a joke? Hell no, I'm not doing that relationship bullshit anymore" you've seen what one looked like for you and as of now..you were not willing to go through that again. Not with Kenma. Cause the second you cuff he'll get bored. Cause what's the point of being with you if the thrill of hiding your hookups wasn't there?

He'd get bored. Then you'll lose him.

In your mind atleast.

"It's literally not that serious, it's either you want him or you don't"

And you can't answer. Cause you don't like lying, you know the answer, and you aren't about to tell them.

A smile curls onto your face and you tune out the  "I'm gonna go steal one of Kenma's sandwiches" you push up off your spot on the bed, starting towards the door.

"You can't run from this, Y/N!" Kuroo calls after you

You turn to face the disapproving pair "Ugh you know what? you're so right!"

"I kno—"

"I'm not even in my running stilettos!" you gasp "I'll get back to this when I'm fully geared and ready to run, it's not fair if we talk about it while I'm unprepared" and with that, you're heading downstairs.

You were really good at running away from your problems.

When you reach the end of the stairs you see Kenma's mom handing to him a big ol' laudary basket. He, very grudgingly positions the basket on his hip—setting off to the laundry room you assume "Mrs.Kozume! Hi!"

"Oh hi Y/N" she greets you with a warm grin

"Putting the slaves to work I see"

"If I don't no one will" she's really outdone herself, keeping this place in order the way she has. Running a home wasn't for the faint of heart.

And dealing with Kenma's brat antics? She deserved a Nobel peace prize.

"You can chase him if you want" she gestures

"You trying to get rid of me, Mrs.Kozume?" Your sigh dramatically, hand on your chest like you must've been hearing her wrong.

"Oh of course not! I just need you to make sure he doesn't mess up my washing machine" she laughs "plus I'm sure he'll enjoy your company"

"What makes you think that? The Kenma I know fights me when I so much as breath around him"

Her eyes widen a little before her expression is morphed into something smug, realization maybe "Really?" She asks in a way that makes a little cautious of what you say next because you just know she's about to take note of it.