Disorders ~ KuroKen [COMPLETED]

Again.

Kuroo's Point Of View

it's been over three days since i last saw Kenma. no texts. no calls. never showing up. i've cried myself to sleep every night. i've left all the voicemails until his inbox was full. my eyes have lost their color. i stopped going places.

i need to pick myself up, but i can't. not without knowing if Kenma is okay. i pick up my phone and send him another message.

6:28 pm
Kuroo
Kenma? are you alright? are you eating? are you in a good place? are you coping alright?

i sigh and put my phone down. i know he's not going to answer but it still helps to send a message every so often.

and by every so often i mean every hour.

the door bell rings. i jump out of bed and run so fast down the stairs i almost fall.

i swing open the door. it's not Kenma.

"oh, hey Lev."

"oh my gosh, Kuroo you don't look so good."

i chuckle sadly. "that's news."

"when was the last time you ate?"

"uhh.."

"was it when Kenma left?"

i sigh.

"yeah."

"you need to eat."

"i don't care. i want Kenma back. no, i need Kenma back."

"and you need food."

he walks in and goes to my kitchen.

"Lev you don't-"

"shut up Kuroo. if i just leave you might be dead by the time i get back."

"what if Kenma died.."

his head pops up from behind the wall.

"don't think like that. he's alive, i promise."

i meet his eyes.

"have you heard from him?"

he shakes his head.

"so how would you know?" i look back down to the ground, flopping on the couch.

"i just do."

he comes back with some ramen.

"now eat."

i sigh and grab my chopsticks.

Kenma, where are you?

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