English {Kuroken}

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1:23... 1:24...

oh my god, kenma thought, as he stared at the tiny clock on the bottom of his computer screen, how long do i have to sit here?

1:25... 1:26... RINNNNGGGG

thank god. the boy closed his chrome book and shoved in in his backpack. as he closed his bad, the zipper got stuck on one of his papers, ripping the corner. whatever. he hoisted the weight onto his shoulders, grabbed his peach iced tea, and left his class. 

kenma didn't have a lot of friends. sure, he had people that he talked to, but would they really consider kenma a true "friend"? probably not. they're more like... acquaintances? sure. that works. so, when kenma walked in the halls, he wouldn't look up from his phone to say hi to them. it didn't benefit him, and it most likely wouldn't change anyone else's day, so why put in the extra effort? his next class was in the basement of his high school- which was in the complete opposite direction of his last class on the second floor. the rooms were spread out, so it wasn't like he could just walk down two flights of stairs. that would be too convenient.

the bell rang when kenma was four rooms away. don't think that made the boy run; he wouldn't run for anything. kenma took his sweet time playing a game on his phone before having to put it in his backpack for the next 50 minutes. his teacher didn't like how technology was taking over the world. the room was finally in front of him.

"thank you for showing up kenma," mrs. haro, his teacher, said in a mocking tone without looking up from her desk.

kenma paid no mind to the comment. to be honest, he kinda liked mrs. haro. most of the time she gave easy work and didn't bother anyone unless they bothered her. she just happened to have an attitude some days. compared to his other teachers, mrs. haro was a saint. kenma put his backpack next to his desk and pulled out his chair to sit down. the room had three columns of desks. each column was made up of a pair of desks. there were about ten rows, kenma didn't know the exact number, but enough to sit around twenty-five students. the boy sat in the middle column, the seat closest to the right wall, front row.

he slumped down and dropped his chin on his arms, protecting it from the cold desk. mrs. haro stood up and walked to the front of the class. she was carrying a black remote, and lifted it up to the projector to turn it on. she then went back to her seat and pulled up a document with six lists of names. oh christ, kenma sighed.

"today we are going to work in groups of four and read a few stories. group one is lev, eri, kanoka, and ennoshita. group two is..." mrs. haro read off the lists, even though everyone could clearly see what group they were on the board, "ok guys, you can go sit in your groups now!" the woman said as she walked back to her desk.

group 5 huh. i don't feel like getting up. they can walk over to me. kenma thought, not even moving his head to see if anyone was actually doing that. eventually three other people sat by him. a guy named asahi next to him, a girl named yachi sat across from him, and someone he didn't know sat in front of him. to be fair, kenma didn't know most of the people in his class.

"hey! i don't think i know you! what's your name?" the guy asked kenma. he had spiky black hair that covered up half his face. how can he even see? kenma thought to himself, before responding.

"it's kenma," the boy answered abruptly. he lifted his chin off his arms, and looked at the mystery boy in front of him. kenma would be lying if he said that the guy wasn't attractive, but kenma didn't take that as a big deal, it isn't like they would be a thing anyway.

"that's a really cool name. i like it," the teenager combed his hair with his fingers, even though it just fell back over his eyebrow, "the names kuroo."

kenma hummed to show he listened and unzipped his backpack to pull out his chrome book. he opened it up and started to read the stories that were assigned to them. he looked over at kuroo, and saw that his chrome book was covered in overlapping stickers.

"we're supposed to read stories one through four and compare them right?"

"yea. i can read the first one," kenma volunteered

"i can read number two," yachi said, and started to type something on her computer

"i'll do three" the guy with an 'almost beard' did the same as yachi.

"guess that leaves me with four" kuroo said, looking into kenma's eyes. he smirked, "we can all compare after we're done reading,"

kenma stared at the words on the screen in front of him, but he couldn't seem to focus. why was he getting distracted by the guy in front of him?

after kenma finally got a grip on the story, they were ready to compare. while asahi was going over what he read, yachi was taking notes. kuroo looked at kenma and touched his head, taking a piece of his hair and running his hand down the strands until he got to the end.

"why don't you redo your roots?" the raven haired boy asked, not realizing what he did.

it seemed as if an explosion went off in kenma's head. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck! what! the! fuck! kenma screamed in his head. his face seemed hot to the touch, and his cheeks turned bright pink.

"uh," kenma gulped, trying think of something, anything, to answer kuroo's question, "i'm too lazy" really? that's the best you could come up with? i'm so fucking stupid! he thought.

"oh sick. i like it" kuroo said, not breaking eye contact. kenma caught him glance down at his lips, and back up at his eyes as if nothing happened.

"uh guys? it's your turn to share kuroo," asahi said, confused on what was going on between the two boys.

"oh shit yea," kuroo said, finally breaking eye contact with kenma, "so anyway, this kid and other kids were chosen to be eaten by some cow-man-guy-thing. our main man wants to kill the cow-man-guy-thing and he gets help from the kings daughter because she thinks her dad is a bitch. anyway she gives him a sword and some string and shit and i don't know he fucking kills the thing. the end," kuroo turns back to kenma, "anyway you got a snap?"