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Close the door- Kenma

MDNI 18+ NSFW ⚠️

(if you don't like smut skip after they kiss in his room.)

The storm wasn't supposed to be that bad.

Thunder rattles the windows hard enough to make you jump, rain hammering against the roof like it's trying to get inside. Kenma's living room is dim, lit only by the TV glow and the occasional flash of lightning.

You, Kenma, and Kuroo are sprawled across the floor, controllers in hand, trash-talk flying lazily between rounds. It feels normal. Safe.

Except your knee keeps brushing Kenma's.

And every time it does, his fingers twitch like he wants to grab your hand but doesn't.

The power goes out without warning.

The TV cuts to black. The room goes silent. Then—

"Welp," Kuroo sighs, already standing. "Guess I'm crashing here. Guest room, yeah?"

Kenma nods, unfazed, like his heart isn't absolutely pounding out of his chest.

"Night," Kuroo adds, smirking just a little too knowingly before disappearing down the hall.

The door shuts.

And suddenly it's just you and Kenma, the storm filling the quiet space between you.

You retreat to his room, curled up close while he props his phone between you, a movie playing softly. The screen casts a faint glow over his face — glasses slightly crooked, hair messy, eyes softer than he ever lets anyone see.

Halfway through, his phone buzzes once... then dies.

Darkness.

You laugh quietly. "Of course."

Kenma exhales, setting the phone aside. For a moment, neither of you moves. The storm roars outside, thunder rolling so close it feels personal.

Then Kenma shifts closer.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly.

You nod. "Yeah. Are you?"

He doesn't answer right away. His fingers brush yours instead, tentative, like he's asking permission without words. When you lace your fingers with his, his breath stutters.

"I don't like pretending," he murmurs. "Especially when it's just us."

Your heart flips.

You lean in, the kiss is slow, careful — restrained in a way that makes it feel deeper, more dangerous. You're hyper-aware of everything: the storm, the thin wall between rooms, the fact that Kuroo is right there.

"Kuroo is right next door." You say but he just shrugs.

"So?" He asks. "We can quiet, right?" He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you up to him as you put your legs on either side of his. Kenma attaches his lips to yours and you start to make you. He flips you around and takes your shirt off before he leans back down to kiss you. You put your hands on his cheeks and wrap your legs around his hips. He pulls you up and kneels on the bed, letting you sit on his thighs as you take his shirt off. You attach your lips to his neck, making him moan. "Quiet, remember?"

"Hard to when you're doing this, door open and all."

You smile, voice barely there. "Then close the door."

He does.

The soft click feels louder than thunder.

Kenma backs you gently toward the bed, hands warm but controlled, like he's deliberately holding himself back. His voice stays low, almost playful in its seriousness.