Havoc

Story

It'll probably rain soon. He can see the clouds gathering from the window of his car and wonders if it'll be a full rainy night just like yesterday when he's interrupted by groaning from his side.

"Ugh, I can't believe I've forgotten." He turns his gaze from the window to look to his right; Yukie's face is paler than what the cold air had caused to her back at the airport, and she's tapping at her phone with one hand as the other massages her stomach gently.

"You haven't eaten an expired snack, have you?"

"No," she replies with a sigh as she drops her phone and looks at him flatly before she's looking outside the window. "Oh! Stop here!" She tells the driver, and he glances at her in the rearview mirror before complying. "I won't be quick," she tells them before exiting the car, and he notices the drug store sign. Oh. He exhales and leans back in his seat as they wait for her, turning his head to the left again where he watches various people going about their day across the street. There's a large thrift store on the other side, and a sad smile grows on his face as he recalls a distant memory; a ghost of a former past with striking golden irises that ignites the gloomy scenery surrounding them. With a blink of his eyes, he's confused that the ghost he's seeing isn't disappearing, and he furrows his brows as he notices a figure dressed in black entering the thrift store. He's wearing a mask and a cap, so it's extremely hard to tell if he's hallucinating or not, but he's not willing to let it go this time. He exits the car, surprising the driver and passing cars honk at him as they pass by.

"Mr. Kuroo?"

"I'll just check something across the street," he assures the driver who looks at the thrift store in confusion and crosses the street quickly to get inside the store. There are multiple sections that he sees upon entering, and he has to guess which black head would he be following.

"Can I help?" He must have looked as clueless as he actually is, because a soft voice reaches his ears, and he turns to the side to look at the store assistant. She probably recognizes him from the way her eyes widen a little, and he appreciates that she's trying to be professional inside her workplace.

"No, thank you," he replies politely with a smile. "I'll just have a look around." She smiles back and offers a nod, and he turns on his heels before she says something else. He isn't lucky by the first two sections, but he slows down when he reaches yet another figure dressed in black holding one of the black sweaters in the rack to check the size. It's not a common color that he'd have expected, but all Kuroo has ever known are bright summer colors, so he has no right to judge. With an inhale, he doesn't wish to look like a stalker if he's not meeting the right person, so he stops at a proper distance, hoping like a young teenager that he isn't truly chasing a ghost. "Kenma?" He calls quietly, and when the figure turns sharply to face him, Kuroo finds himself looking into foreign yet familiar eyes somehow, and he releases a breath of relief. "My god, it is you." The golden irises are staring back at him, and they look him up and down slowly.

"Kuroo!" A whisper-shout comes from his side, and he turns to find Yukie. "What the hell are you doing inside a thrift store?! Are you not aware that someone might see you?!"

"I was meeting a friend," Kuroo replies with a smile as he turns to look at Kenma who's now looking at Yukie up and down as well. "This is Kenma. Kenma, this is Yukie, my assistant." Yukie gives Kenma a tight smile before she's turning to Kuroo again.

"Lovely," she replies quickly. "But you can carry on your conversation somewhere else," she looks around her for a moment, slightly frowning as she glances at the clothes. "I noticed a café nearby," she turns to him again with a smile, and Kuroo honestly doesn't mind anywhere, but he understands her concern, so he turns to Kenma with hopeful eyes.