𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 ༉‧₊ 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

08

kenma's pov;

no way.

no way was this happening. and no way would i just accept it as it is. i lunged forward towards kuroo and pulled him by his arm, dragging him away from the others. he was perplexed at first and kept asking me what was wrong until we reached the corner of the living room.

"hey, what's wrong-" i cut him off before he could complete his sentence.

"we need to get back," i said, looking him directly in the eyes.

"we can't, ken. don't you see how bad it is outside?" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "are you seriously okay?" he looked at me with worry filled in his eyes and i shook my head.

"yeah, i'm fine. stop asking-" this time, he was the one to cut me off as he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. my eyes widened at that, as i was about to crash into his chest but he grabbed my other arm to stop it from happening.

"i only ask for one thing from you, ken. i just hope that if you're bothered by something i do, you'd let me know," he said with sorrow filled in his voice, almost making me regret saying whatever i did. "did i do something?"

"no," i shook my head, and tried releasing my arms from his grip, but he didn't let go. "kuroo, you didn't do anything wrong. it's just that-" i stopped midway into the sentence and my face grew hot.

"that what?" he asked me softly, confused.

"gosh, kuroo you won't understand," i sighed.

"i'll try my best to," his eyes held desperation, and even though my reason was embarrassing, i decided on telling him.

"it's just that-" i got cut off by bokuto-san.

"kenma! did you eat well?" he smiled brightly at me and i nodded, giving him a small smile. "let me show you guys to your room," he chuckled, putting one arm on my shoulder, and one on kuroo's as he lead us to a room. he opened the door and turned on the lights.

and there it was, my worst fear. because when be opened the door, the bedroom only had one bed.

+ + +

"this is what i was talking about," i said, sitting on one side of the bed. kuroo's face was red right now, and he was barely responding to whatever i was saying. so i waited for a little for him to respond to this too. but he didn't. he groaned as he ran his hand over his face and stood up.

"i-" his voice cracked as soon as he started talking, so he cleared his throat before speaking up again. "i'll talk to bokuto."

"about what?" i raised an eyebrow.

"about this," he gestured to our surroundings. "i'll ask if there's a futon so that i can sleep on the floor," and before i could say anything, he was already out the door. i sighed as i let myself drop onto the soft surface of the bed.

it's not like i wasn't expecting this.

it happened in almost every single shoujo manga or romantic comedy you'll ever read. it was common, overused even. yet somehow i never got tired of reading about it. it was the best part about forced proximity, and i'd read each word about it.

it's not like i wasn't expecting it, so i didn't know what to blame when i felt my heart thumping loudly against my chest. louder than it had ever been before. i took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.