|| pitiful. || Kuroken || Oneshot ||

pitiful.

Slipping my backpack off of my shoulders, I made my way across my room and slumped into the computer chair that was carefully tucked into a corner. I had to maneuver my bare feet over crumpled pieces of paper, video game wrappers, and a various amount of forgotten trinkets sprawled across my bedroom floor. I leaned over my cluttered desk, turning on my monitor, the familiar whirring rang in my ears.

Tucking both of my knees under my chin, I pulled myself up so that my whole body was sitting on the chair. Waiting for my computer screen to boot up, I glanced around my room. It was painted purple, the light trickling through my curtains illuminating the walls. My bed wasn't made, its dark sheets lying in every which way, it was always like that.

I liked my room a lot. It was peaceful, and I felt like this was the only place in which I could really relax. The shadows on the walls made me feel comfortable, in a weird sort of way, and the blanket of quiet that had always been a part of the room did too. Spinning in my chair, I turned back to the monitor.

When my computer had finally lit up, I checked the time.

4:15, I thought, He should be home by now.

After a series of clicking and closing browsers, I pulled up my Skype. Just as I had thought, there was a small green circle on the bottom corner of his profile picture.

He's on.

I laughed at his sense of humour, his picture was a collage of Kermit The Frog memes. Meanwhile, my profile picture was of Jesse Mcree, a character from one of my favourite games.

Smiling to myself, just a little, I clicked the call button under his username. I waited a few seconds before he picked up.

"Hey, Kenma!"

Observing him through my screen, I replied,

"Kuroo."

Switching to a video call, we sat and enjoyed eachothers' presence. Our conversations would include Kuroo listening to me mumble about how I couldn't beat some level on my console and me watching him as he drew. He was the author of a popular webcomic, and we became friends by chance.

I loved watching him draw. The light from his computer would reflect in his eyes, and it made his hair glisten when he would tilt himself towards me every now and then. He also had that God forbidding smirk permanently plastered on his face. It suited him, and I loved every second I had with that smile of his. Though fleeting, the little time I had with Kuroo was precious.

I love Kuroo,

But he'll never love me back.

At least, not in the way I'd wish he would. Sometimes, I hate myself for not being able to say anything, to not be able to confess my feelings. Despite knowing that it wouldn't work out, I wanted to tell Kuroo that I love him. In fact, that was only thing that ever crossed my mind when I was with him.

It was all this self-loathing that made me blind to Kuroo's feelings. How he felt the world melt beneath his feet when I came up on his screen too. I didn't realize any of it.

I sighed, leaning back into my chair. Kuroo was ranting about some things that have been happening at his school lately. I blanked out in the middle of it though, watching his fingers glide over his tablet, stylus in hand.