KUROKEN MONTH - 2016

Sweet Dreams | 1

I wondered if I had taken anything weird, this entire week had been weird. He was there every night in my dreams. Like full Titanic. Kuroo, that is. 

It confused me, really, these dreams. He'd tell me things like, "You look beautiful today."

"Kiss me again, won't you?"

Often times I'd wake up flustered, embarrassed. The thoughts of my best friend lingered in my mind constantly. What's worse is when I had to face him, the real him. He'd smile without any notice of what I'd been thinking.

"Kenma, you look hot, are you feeling okay?

"Hot?" I nervously laughed.

"Yeah, your face is burning, dude." He placed a large hand on my cheek. I leaned against him.

His hand was nice, rough, but nice. I started to think about how his hands would feel against my waist as I straddled him.

No. Bad move.

I could feel my face, neck, ears reddening. I pulled away from him, in all my years of knowing him, I'd never thought of him like that, well almost.

Sure we'd kissed, but we were kids.

He's told me that he loved me, but like a brother, I'd imagine. 

"I-I've got to go." I stumbled over myself before sprinting.

He called after me.

Man, I'm out of shape. I thought to myself.

I locked myself in the nearest bathroom, I slid down the wall and covered my face with my hair. I didn't mean to be so perverted. I wondered if it was due to the fact that I had quite a time playing Dramatical Murders.

In my dreams, Kuroo had seemed quite into it, the thought of him being inside of me was...

A little bit appealing.

The next class had begun, but I remained in the bathroom. I heard a knock at the door, I assumed that it was just a kid who really needed to piss.

"Hey, Kenma. Are you in there?"

It was Kuroo, possibly at the worst moment ever.

I stood up slowly, and unlocked the door, revealing his tall frame.

He could probably sense that something was wrong. He gave me a sympathetic look before closing the door behind him. He held me close and stroked my hair.

A shiver travelled through my body, I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his toned back muscles, I thought of dragging my fingernails across them.

"Are you okay?" he whispered to me.

"Yeah."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not."

"Are too."

"Are not." I poked his side lightly.

He chuckled and placed his head on mine, his Adams apple bobbing as he did. We were so close, but it felt a little to platonic. 

"Hey, Kozume?"

I was shocked that he had used my first name.

"Mm?"

"Can I um, ki--" he paused mid sentence.

"Pardon?"

"Can I... I mean, would I be able to maybe. Kiss you?"

"Kiss me?" I snorted sarcastically.

"You don't want me to?"

"No, it's not that-"

"So you do?" He pulled his head back and smirked.

I looked away, I could feel my face burning once more. He carefully pulled my face forwards. He looked at me, scanning my face. For consent I would imagine, he cared like that. He tilted his head and kissed the side of my mouth gently, it was hardly there. 

But it still was.

I hugged his torso and buried my face into his uniform, it was too much. I didn't even know it was even possible to be this flustered.

"Was that okay?" He wrapped his arms around me once more.

"Yeah, thank you."

We rocked back and forth, his hands plaiting small sections of my hair. He had told me once that his younger sisters had taught him how to do it, but I was literally there when Oikawa showed Kuroo, using an extremely overwhelmed member of the Oikawa Fan Club as an example.

"Your hair is really soft,"

I hummed into his chest.

"It would look even nicer sprawled out on my mattress."

"Kuroo, oh my god. Please. Just." my laughs were concealed by fabric.

"Aoba x Noiz, baby." he clicked his tongue.

"You're a nerd."

"Your nerd."

"Yeah, my nerd."

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There's actually an Oikawa Fan Club, you can get membership cards, fr.