*This chapter is in Kuroo's POV*
"Kenma?" I asked, gently knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"
I got no response, so I entered the room. It was my room too, so I should have the right to enter without Kenma's permission.
"Hey Kenma. I brought you some-" I started, but stopped myself when i saw Kenma asleep.
"I'll just leave this here." I mumbled to myself, placing the slice of pizza I brought him on his bedside table.
Running a hand through my hair I sighed and sat down on the bed next to Kenma.
I would've sat on my own bed, but it's so far.
I pat Kenma's back gently.
"I don't know how you do it." I said to myself. He's been through hell and back. It must suck.
I know he feels like we're using him, and I suppose we kind of are. We wouldn't need him if he wasn't a skilled killer.
He mumbles something that I can't decipher, shifting in his sleep.
I wonder what's going on in his head? I always do actually.
What's it like to not know what your life was like before? Sometimes I wish I didn't remember my past, I did some bad things and some bad things happened to me. But still, it must be difficult. He's so obsessed with finding out what his life was like. It makes me feel bad for taking him from his home. He had such a good life and so many opportunities.
We took that away from him.
I shook my head, feeling guilty. It was my fault. At first I thought it was just another mission, but now I know Kenma personally. He's such a good person, I can't help but feel I've ruined his life.
There's another knock at the door.
"Kuroo? Kenma?" It was Bokuto.
"Coming." I said.
As I opened the door I saw Nishinoya and Tanaka.
"We're sorry!" They shouted, tackling me in a hug.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
But soon we were distracted. A small yawn tore my gaze away from Nishinoya and Tanaka.
Kenma stretched and sat up. Once he saw the three of us looking at him his eyes widened and his face burst into color.
"H-hi." He said. "How long have you been here?"
"We just got here. We came to apologize!" Tanaka shouted.
"Oh." Kenma said, thinking. "For what?"
"We called you guys in for help with a mission. We know you feel sick after, that, so we came to say sorry!" Nishinoya said.
"Oh. It's okay." Kenma said, curling back into a ball and trying to go back to sleep.
"We get that you need time! Well live you alone!" They shouted.
"I'll go with them!" I said and we ran out the door, shutting it behind us.
Dear reader,
I'm sorry if I haven't updated as much. I'm not that good at this wattpad thing. I'm also sorry this story isn't that good. I've just been feeling very unmotivated and apathetic recently, but I'd enjoy if you stuck with me? I have to continue prewriting my next iwaoi fic, and I really don't want to. But, thanks for reading.
Sincerely,
Chihiro
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