Tastes Like Chocolate (kuroken)

Slow Motion

Kenma stepped into the Kuroo household. It smelled like bamboo and fresh citrus. Everything looked clean and organized along with traditional Japanese furniture to match it. The walls were white, decorated with wooden framed photos hung onto the walls, the floors were different amber shades of wood, and the house felt cozy and familiar.

Kenma hadn't been in this house since elementary, he began to get into volleyball and anime since middle school, thus stopping his frequent visit of Kuroo's house. He carefully slid out of his shoes, placing them in the shoe locker beside the door, and Kuroo took his leather jacket off Kenma's slanted shoulders, placing it on the coat racket beside them.

"Here, let me turn on the heat," Kuroo stepped onto the upper level, entering his home, Kenma trailing after him. He clicked a button on the machine attached to the wall, and they hear the machine whirl from activation.

"Kuroo." Kenma calls out.

"Yes?" Kuroo stands back up, straightening his back, hair wet but still messy as ever.

Something about Kuroo's stance and that hair that reminded Kenma of that day in the rain, made Kenma's heart skip a beat before he continued.

"Your shirt is soaked." Kuroo said before Kenma opened his mouth.

"That's what I was going to say about your shirt." Kenma pointed at Kuroo.

Kuroo looked down and realized his shirt was even more soaked than his boyfriend's.

"Ahh crap." Kuroo immediately strips out of his shirt on the spot, using both arms lifting it from the rim. "You need to get out of that before you get sick! I'll get you a change of clothes and a towel!" And he ran off upstairs, a bit too panicked for his Kenma. His only concern at that moment was to take care of his poor rain-soaked boyfriend downstairs.

Kenma just stood there, still shocked by what just happened. His cheeks and ears were heating up and growing red. The visual of Kuroo's naked body, slightly glistening from rain water, the lighting hit his fit body just right, and damn, those abs. Kenma furiously shook his head and slapped himself with both hands.

I'm such a pervert!

Kuroo ran into his room and flipped through his shirt drawer. He found a plain black shirt and decided it was appropriate and would keep Kenma warm. Oh yeah pants and a towel!  He scrambled for these things, finally finding everything, and he ran, almost fumbling down the steps as he tried to reach his boyfriend at sonic fast speed.

He is stopped in his tracks as he spots his boyfriend still in the same position, adverting eye contact, and fiddling with his fingers.

"Why are you still in those clothes?" Kuroo questioned, "Here, change into these." He nudged at Kenma, whose face was beet red.

"What's wrong?" Kuroo asked. And then it hit him. Kenma wouldn't look directly at him. He suddenly became self aware that he was very much naked in front of his boyfriend. But it was normal right? Guys go around naked all the time, and they have often changed in front of each other in the locker rooms, what's so different now? Kuroo quickly shoved away the self-awareness, his face remained a powdery pink as Kenma finally took the clothes from him.

Kenma looked as if he wanted to speak, opening and closing his mouth, his eyes darted around the house as he clung onto the dry clothes given to him. And Kuroo frowned a bit at that reaction, but then reality hit him again. He's asking Kenma to change, and in front of him too. His face soon matched the color of his boyfriend's and he scrunches his face in embarrassment.

"Ahhh I-I won't look!" Kuroo exclaimed while waving his hands around in front of him, as if making a point. "I'll turn around a-and close my eyes, y-you can go hide anywhere and change." and he did as he said so, also ensuring Kenma that he wouldn't peek, he covered his eyes with his hands.