Happy Trauma*

De Serby

I might be the writer but you'll always be the words- Ben Maxfield

Chapter 13𓇚※𓇚

Kenma's Pov

I saw Kuroo's honey eyes widen.

He knew them ! Kuroo knew them !

- Kuroo, tell me what you know !

Seeing him hesitate, I moved closer to him, holding his shoulder firmly with one hand and handing him the object with the other. The dark haired held back, his eyes shifting.

- I don't know anything... I... Why do you have a weapon in your apartment ?

He got up. I barely had time to understand what was happening before he had already disappeared behind the front door. I stood still for a few moments before trying to follow him but the corridor was empty.

I waited for a moment, sitting on my couch staring at the floor lamp in front of my window. The weapon still rested in my hands.

Kuroo didn't come back.

°~°

The days were long. The heads of the customers at the cafe were nothing more than a fog of color. It was always cold. The laundry basket had been overflowing for a long time. The days were no longer days, everything was confusing, it didn't make any sense.

If it all had any meaning before, it had lost it. I did not know why. Actually I did. I knew why : Kuroo was no longer there.

His presence had not disrupted my lifestyle and yet it was different from what I used to before meeting him. I wanted to find Kuroo but if I did I would have to explain to him... tell him that he was more than an ex-classmate. I didn't know if it was trying to convince myself or him when I was repeating these words to myself over and over.

The more time passed, I was convinced that he had thought I was crazy, that this was the reason why he had left so quickly. Another part of me still remained skeptical but this idea was becoming more and more repressed.

After a week of absence I realized that I missed the guy.

It was chaos in my head. I mulled over the thought: "you let him into your house to get information on the murderer" but I was becoming convinced that it was for a reason.

Kuroo. Kuroo Testuro. The tall, dark, charming, intelligent, volleyball-playing high school student... At home. The one who was at my house. The one took me to the ice rink, to the restaurant. The one I straddled and kissed on the neck.

The heat from my cheeks spread to the tips of my ears.

I thought back to my breath that had settled on his parted lips.

I licked my lips, moistening them as if the scene was going to redraw itself before me.

I thought about his eyes which had become dark due to the lack of light when they were on me.

I closed mine so that the scene looked more real in front of me.

I thought about his hands running through his hair before putting them on my thighs to guide me.

I slid a hand along it, feeling my skin shiver under the contact.

I thought about the jerky sigh that had escaped his lips when I started moving on him.