Happy Trauma*

Medecine

Chapter 10 𓇚※𓇚

I wonder what goes through your mind when someone mentions my name to you - Anonymous

Kuroo's POV

- Is a cake without flour still a cake?

I looked at Bokuto with wide eyes before continuing on his idea :

- Wait, I have even better: What is a cake ? When do the ingredients become a cake ?

There was a dead silence for long seconds, my partner in crime did not move, lost in thought.

- Brooooo.

- Yeah I know, I'm a genius. I affirmed.

I had arrived half an hour ago at his apartment because it was still too early for Kenma to come back from work. Bokuto had welcomed me with open arms saying that his volleyball practice had just ended. He then suggested that we make a chocolate cake together except that there was not enough flour left to make one.

Bokuto asked me what flour tasted like and without really thinking about it I threw a handful at him.

- So tell me, what does flour taste like ? I replied by smiling at him.

A few seconds later we broke down into a mini battle of flour balls... At the end, part of his kitchen was white and our 50g of flour became 0g.

We were laughing when his apartment bell rang. We looked at each other for a few moments.

- Are you waiting for someone ?

He shook his head before his whole face lit up.

- Akaashi ! he said as he opened his door.

- Woah easy, Bokuto.

I turned to go in the living room and saw that he was hugging the newcomer, suffocating him in his grip. I still saw a smile creeping its way to Akaashi's lips.

- Can you let go of me now ? the brunette ended up asking.

The owl-headed man shook his head again.

- Please.

Bokuto reluctantly broke away from him.

- Hey Kuroo. said the latter.

- Good evening !

The brunette stepped into the kitchen to take a closer look at what we were doing. However when he saw the state of his friend's kitchen one of his eyebrows raised.

- Bokuto... he seemed to growl.

- I'll tidy up and clean up, I promise !

Shortly after I left them as soon as the cake was cooked. It was time for Kenma to be back. I found myself face to face with him and he looked at me like he had just seen a ghost appear.

I showed him the cake while innocently letting him know where I had been. When he finally let me in, I offered to cook dinner. I often spied on the blonde out of the corner of my eye because he answered my questions with simple words, not showing any particular emotion when responding to them.

I knew very well that what he had said last night was fake, that there was necessarily an interest for him behind all that. Something he wouldn't tell me. However, I couldn't help but be disappointed to have hoped for something else, for something to change... To happen even.