I Can't Live Without You

Chapter Seven

  Kuroo turned his key in the lock pushing the door open once he heard the clicking sound. He let his bag slide off his shoulder and onto the wooden floor. He kicked his shoes off at the entrance then paced up the single step leading to the apartment's hallway. The volleyball player wandered his new home still not used to the feeling.

  Even though the apartment wasn't very big, Kuroo felt himself engulfed by the wide space. He wasn't used to living alone. The silence burned in his ears, the stillness making his head throb. He wished he wasn't so far from his family, from Kenma.

  The tall teen grabbed a can of soda from his fridge and headed to his room. He walked over the clothes laying on the floor and sat on his bed resting his back on the wall. He brought the rim to his lips and swallowed the sparkling liquid. Kuroo slumped his head against the wall and closed his eyes. The past days were for him pretty stressful. Despite having moved in weeks ago, his apartment still had boxes everywhere and was missing furniture. He didn't have the motivation to set everything up properly and refused help from his boyfriend. He didn't want the innocent boy to see him the way he was during all those days.

  A vibration emitted from his back pocket and Kuroo slid his hand under himself to retrieve his phone. He looked at the screen which displayed an alarm. The words 'Talk to Ken' were flashing with the snooze button right under them. Kuroo unlocked the device then placed it next to him. He didn't want to text Kenma. Not because he didn't like the kid anymore but because he was scared. He was scared to actually realize that Kenma wasn't interested in him anymore. Kuroo wouldn't be able to put up with that. He had set himself an alarm everyday at the same time for weeks now. But everyday at the same time he would ignore it. It hurt him when he remembered everything. Kuroo knew avoiding Kenma wasn't the answer but he couldn't seem to find the right one.

  It was obvious Kenma had forgotten about him. They barely texted, never called and never went out on dates anymore. Kuroo would give anything, everything to be able to see Kenma's face, hear the sound of his voice. To be able to gently hold on to his body in a warm embrace. To leave trails of soft kisses on every inch of skin that was revealed to him. To play with his long hair. To feel Kenma's presence.

  After a while of hesitating, Kuroo picked the phone up again and started typing in his message. Almost immediately his boyfriend replied. He kept the conversation going with pep talk, not knowing what to really say. He rolled on his bed, his phone over his face. Kuroo stared at the setter's replies and bit his lips. His answers were short. There was no sign of interest or desire to be talking to him.

  It pained Kuroo to realize that Kenma was slowly falling out of love with him, and he didn't have the courage to do anything about it. The fact that Kuroo moving away hurt Kenma was very obvious, he knew perfectly it hurt him. It was engraved in his mind that the younger would hold a grudge against him for leaving. After all, it was normal. Kuroo had promised him so many things but wasn't capable of keeping his end of the bargain.

  He told himself this was the reason he never was able to have a girlfriend for long. Every day Kuroo had passed with Kenma as his boyfriend, he never stopped repeating to himself how lucky he was to have found someone like him. He was perfection. He would always be by Kuroo's side even if it was in silence. The small displays of affection made his heart go wild. The adorable habits the cat-like teen had, brought butterflies to his stomach. After each day since they started going out, Kuroo would be extremely grateful to simply be able to live with Kenma. Though that changed. His feelings remained the same but the circumstances were different. Kenma wasn't as close as before and it wasn't all that easy.

  Kuroo blew a strand of hair out of his face and stared aimlessly at the ceiling. He caught the low sound of droplets slowly commencing their downfall. What great weather, he thought to himself. He pushed himself up and walked to the window, contemplating the outside with his forehead stuck to the cold glass. The rain started off slowly then gradually picked up speed and intensity. The spring night seemed as it was going to be agitated.