Happy Trauma*

Lost the game

Chapter 12 𓇚※𓇚

If I had a flower for everytime you crossed my mind, I would have one flower because you never left it - Anonymous

Kuroo's POV

Kenma stared at me with wide eyes, looking like he was just as stunned as I was.

I pushed him away with both hands, which were still resting on his thighs.

His thighs... but what was I doing ?

I did my best to avoid his gaze.

-Kenma...

He stood up too abruptly and straight for a person who had just had a couple of drinks before heading for the exit door. I didn't know what the next thing was. I didn't think about this type of situation yet... Especially Kenma.

Fuck. Kenma!  What were the chances that tonight would have ended like this ?

He suddenly moved to the right, crashing into the doorway.

-Kenma ! Wait !

He didn't even bother to turn around. I tried to grab him but he slipped through my hands. I pushed my way through the crowd on the ground floor. I continued to follow him, pursuing him in his mad dash.

I had the time, and the misfortune, to meet the ocean gaze of the one behind the bar who was moving her head from left to right before I managed to catch up with the blond.

- Kenma, look at me.

He pulled his wrist forcefully towards him.

- Please.

He responded to my request by leaving the building and then he began to run, far, very far.

It took me a while to realize that I had to run after him. Moments later I was only beginning to wonder what I was going to say to him once the blond was at my arm's length.

One thing was certain, in any case I shouldn't be on his bad side... If I ever do ... Would it be possible for him to kick me out ?Would it be possible for me to be homeless again ? I thought back to the nod of the bartender I had just passed.

No, for now I had to take care of him. He had been drinking and the city was dangerous for him at night.

Instead of yelling his name like I wanted to, I forced myself to quickly catch up to the blond and then silently follow him to his apartment. When he turned his doorknob he asked me in a low voice if I could go and sleep somewhere else tonight. I whispered in response that it was not a good idea given his condition and that I needed to take care of him.

- Kuroo, you've done enough for today.

- But I have nowhere to go ! I was trying to negotiate.

- You will find someone there.

I understood that he was referring to the " Calypso ". However, I had a bad feeling. Above all, I didn't have to go back there.

I had to force my way through his door.

- Kuroo, please. Get out of my house.

- It's not a good idea. Let me take care of you, you're not in condition. We will talk about it tomorrow ok ?

He made me understand his disagreement by a few whispered grumblings. I paid no attention to it, preferring to help him remove what was covering him. At first the blond pushed my hands away, however his movements were imprecise and he ended up giving up.