𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 ༉‧₊ 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

06

kenma's pov;

the next few days felt like they were passing in a blur. due to recent storms at night, mei-san decided to close the cafe at night. so eventually, me, kuroo and takeru were off-duty for a week. and i wasn't complaining. because i got to spend some time away from the devil himself after he broke the news to me a week ago in the worst way possible. i couldn't entirely blame him though. because in his defense, he had been texting me the whole day to tell me about it. but he was annoying, so i decided to keep on blaming him for it. 

the next few days felt like they were passing in a blur, but not when kuroo always did the opposite of everything. because right now too, he was ringing my doorbell multiple times, while spamming me with texts to open up. what made everything worse was that it was 6 pm on a saturday, so whatever he was doing did not make sense because i desperately needed sleep. and i was tired of noise. so i forced myself to get out of bed and open the door for him.

he stood there, completely dressed up in a white sweatshirt and beige cargo pants, his necklace clanking as he got on eye level with me and smiled.

"hello!" he chirped. "it's been so long, how have you been?"

and quite ironically, i did not have the answer to that. so i just sighed and gestured down to the turtle patterned pajamas i was still in from last night, and purposefully ruffled my bed hair.

"how do you think i am when i look like that?" i said sarcastically. he was silent for a moment, staring at me, and only spoke up when i raised an eyebrow.

"beautiful," he muttered, but i couldn't quite catch it.

"what?" i moved a little closer to him and he immediately took a step back, blush creeping onto the back of his neck and ears and he shook is head aggressively.

"nothing," he said. "can i come in?" he asked, much to my surprise.

"you're weird, you know," i sighed. "you barged in when we were strangers, and you're asking for my permission when i intentionally agreed to being your friend," i shrugged.

"oh," he started, scratching the back of his neck. "well, back then i knew you'd probably run away from me after what i did in the elevator so i just had to kind of be forceful," he laughed nervously.

kind of?

barging into someone's apartment was 'kind of' forceful?

i sighed and moved out of the way, inviting him in. when he sat down on the couch in my lounge, i decided on asking him.

"why did you decide to come here today?" i asked, resting my arms on the back of the sofa and leaning down on it.

"oh, well, i missed you," he started, and i immediately regretted asking him. because at that, my heart skipped another beat, and the warmth that enveloped my heart left as suddenly as it'd come, making me realise that i was still in the safer zone. that i still had hope. and that i wasn't falling into the loop that i resented so much.

love was hard. even though i'd never been in a relationship, i could still tell that from the experiences i'd seen of people around myself. it only looked good on screen and in words. it was not so safe in real life.

i knew that. i knew everything. but even so, i made a mistake that day. and now that i look back at it, i made quite a lot of mistakes ever since kuroo barged into my life.

"also, i had to ask you out," he interjected my trail of thoughts, and my eyes immediately widened at that.

"no-" i started, getting away from the sofa but he cut me off by grabbing my wrist.

"not like that!" he stood up in his defense. my eyes followed down to his hands, and his did too. his face grew red as he let go of my wrist and shook his head. "i meant like, inviting you to a party. my friend is hosting a party tonight. it's not so far away, and it's a weekend too. plus i hadn't seen you in so long so i decided i'd ask you to go with me."

i had to pause at that and think about it. i did not like parties. not that i'd ever been to one, but trying out new experiences wasn't my thing either.

"no," i said flatly. and the blush that was on his face faded. he looked down and nodded, before looking up at me again for confirmation.

and that seemed to do whatever he was planning on doing. because at that, i groaned and went towards my room.

"fine, i'll agree just this once," i shouted after slamming my door shut, and i heard his loud laughter outside.

+ + +

"shall we go?" i asked for the third time since i came out of the room after getting ready, and kuroo responded in the same way; staring at me from head to toe and nodding stiffly, but not taking any step forward.

i sighed and massaged my temple, grabbing his arm and pulling him a little towards me. his eyes widened at that, and blush crept onto his face.

"y-yeah, let's go, i'm sorry," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, and slowly pulling his arm out of my grip.

kuroo had changed a lot since we first met in the elevator that night a month ago. he was confident back then, unaffected by whatever i was doing. but now, that confidence was weavering, and every little thing i did made him react in one way or the other.

maybe it was the fact that we'd started spending some time together. or maybe it was the fact that there was a huge gap in our meetings due to fate. whatever it was, i knew that in that moment, kuroo tetsuro looked hopeless. and i secretly enjoyed every moment of it.

(a/n); I PROMISE I AM OUT OF SLUMP NOW AND WILL POST TOMORROW TOO 😣😣

have faith in me (i am a liar)

anyways short update but yes i've been kind of busy. also in this fic kenma is 18, just reminding everyone:)

stay safe and don't forget to drink water <3