𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 ༉‧₊ 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

13

kuroo's pov:

i woke up the next morning not exactly remembering what had happened last night; disheveled, disoriented, and worst of all, on cloud nine. i felt lightheaded... like i was still dreaming, like i could lay for hours and think about his face, his smile, his eyes...

i don't know how he managed to do it. how he managed to occupy all of my thoughts, or how he started living inside my head so easily. like all this place belonged to him... like my mind and my heart knew all along who to think of. the way my body reacted to his... like my hands only craved his touch, like my eyes were only meant to focus on him. i don't know how he managed to do it, but i didn't want to know the answer either.

i wanted to spend the day with him, wanted to invite our friends and hangout, wanted to buy a cake for him since we didn't have work. but all my hopes flew right out of the bedroom window when i knocked on the door and found a woman in his apartment.

maybe i was dreaming... maybe it was just kenma with a new hair dye. so i blinked. once. twice. thrice before she raised an eyebrow.

"um...?"

"i-i'm sorry... this is kenma's apartment, right?" i asked as politely as i could, trying not to sound awkward. the confusion on her face became more obvious so i added. "i'm kuroo, his neighbour."

her eyes immediately lit up at that and she opened the door wider. "please feel free to come in, kuroo-kun!" she chirped as i entered, closing the door behind me. "i didn't know kenma was expecting someone."

i let out a nervous chuckle at that. "well, he wasn't... i just thought he would be alone."

"right," she nodded with a smile. "oh, i'm his mom." my eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"o-oh! i apologise for not being more polite earlier! i didn't expect you to look so much... younger, i guess," i laughed awkwardly. she let out a loud laugh, completely opposite of kenma, filling up every corner of the living room.

"i get that a lot!" she laughed. "it's just, the make up and stuff," she waved her hand around. "you know, for my job. i'm a fashion designer."

"woah, that's really impressive," i smiled brightly at her. she stared at me with a smile for a while before she spoke up.

"so, you're friends?" she wiggled her eyebrows a little.

"uh, who?" i asked awkwardly.

"you and kenma!" she said dramatically.

"oh, yes. we are," i smiled at her.

"i didn't know kenma made friends here."

"well he didn't until recently... and i partly forced him into his," i scratched the back of my neck as i laughed.

"that sounds just like him," she chuckled. the door creaked in the background, and we both turned around to see kenma with a controller in his hand, and a chip in his mouth. his jaw dropped as he saw me, and it dropped even wider when his eyes fell on my mother. he immediately put the controller away as he ran over to me.

"m-mom, who is this?" he laughed awkwardly, standing behind me and pushing me towards the door. "don't just invite anyone in-"

"what do you mean anyone?" she raised an eyebrow at his suspiciously before dragging him away from me. "don't pretend like he's not your friend."

a groan escaped his lips at that. "so you two have already introduced each other?" his mother nodded with a huge smile, making him groan even more. "why are both of you so extroverted," he said with a sigh.