𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 ༉‧₊ 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

07

kenma's pov;

"are you sure about this?" kuroo asked me one last time after we'd reached his friend's place. he was right, it wasn't very far away. and it was a saturday night.
surprisingly, i was trying to stay very positive about this whole scenario. the house is near, we'll get back to our apartment in time, i won't get drunk, it's safe because it's a weekend, and other stuff like that. if you ask me, i was being presumptuous at the moment. but it helped, because right now kuroo was looking at me with concern.

"it's fine if you don't want to go," he said, probably feeling guilty for dragging me along with him. i was nervous. as hell. my hands were probably cold right now, and my knees felt kind of weak.

i was never used to crowds.

but i couldn't just go ahead and say that to him. it was stupid, and he'd probably laugh at me. so i just looked up at him and nodded.

"no, i'm fine," i whispered. and he looked at me with worry filled in his eyes, and i raised an eyebrow at him. it caused him to nod at me, as he grabbed the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"is it okay if i do this?" he whispered, and something struck in my heart at that moment.

maybe he wouldn't laugh.

i stared at him, collecting the right words. my eyes trailed down to his hand, holding my sleeve between his index and middle finger, and then back to his face, which was slightly pink. he scratched the back of his neck with his other hand. he'd done it a lot that by now, i knew he did it when he was... shy? embarrassed? i didn't know what to point a finger to, because none of them fit him. i opened my mouth to say something, and though my lips moved, i could barely get anything out.

it's not like i had to, though. because the next thing i knew was the front door bursting open.

"get your ass here, i can't believe you forgot the birthday cake!" a short guy shouted, opening the front door. his back was behind us, but i could see his light brown hair.

"yaku-san i told you i was getting cola," i heard someone else whine over the sound of music playing in the background. and then his figure appeared. tall, silver hair, and green eyes. his expressions turned to normal when he saw kuroo. "kuroo-san?!" he shouted, making the other guy turn around too. he face broke into a smile when he saw kuroo, and it grew even bigger when his brown eyes landed on me.

"hey," kuroo chuckled. "we, uh, we just got here-" he was cut off by the short guy.

"who's this?" he asked, and i immediately grew self-conscious. running my hand through my already settled hair, licking my dry lips, taking in a deep breath. i was about to speak up, but then i felt kuroo's grip on my sleeve tighten as he spoke up.

"he's a friend, we're neighbors so he's always helping me with stuff," he replied, laughing a little.

"that's so great! i'm glad you found someone around your age there," the other guy said, leaning down a bit. "i'm lev," he smiled, extending his hand towards me.

"kenma," i replied, without shaking his hand. he kept looking at me for a while with a smile, hoping i'd shake it, and only realise when his hand was slapped off by the shorter guy.

"how long are you going to hold it out? get a hint already," he shook his head. "i'm yaku by the way, nice to meet you," he waved at me with a gentle smile, that i tried to reciprocate.

"are you gonna head inside-" yaku-san was cut off by someone.

"KUROO FINALLY BROUGHT HIS ASS HERE EVERYONE, CAN WE GET A MOMENT OF SILENCE?" a guy with brown hair shouted.