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. Dec 3-10 .

Kuroo frowned as he watched Kenma on tv. He missed him dearly. He felt so sadden from yesterday. He couldn't even lift up a finger. He probably already moved on. Maybe even forgotten about him.

"Have you been feeling well Kenma? You don't look so good." The interviewer said.

"I'm fine." Kenma looked at the camera.

This shattered Kuroo's heart. Now he definitely knew Kenma was over him.
Kuroo turned the tv off and buried himself under the blankets.

Someone nocks at the door.

"Not now Souta." Kuroo says.

"Oh common Kuroo you can't be crying all day over someone. Let's hang out. Crying isn't going to do anything "

He was right but it's easier said than done. This now roommate came in and sat next to him.

"I'm here for you. If you need anything you can always ask me." He caressed his chin.
Kuroo moved his head away and looked at the wall.

"Thanks." Kuroo mouthed.

"Kuroo you want me to nock some sense into you? Your not that cute when you look like that." Souta says.

"W-what? Are you goo-" before Kuroo could finish his sentence Souta grabbed his shoulder and turned him around punching him in the face.

Kuroo grabbed his cheek and looked up at him socked.

"You know I think I like that expression better." He smiles while kissing Kuroo on the cheek.

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A week has passed until Kenma couldn't handle it anymore. He hadn't eaten a full meal in days nor had a good nights rest. All he did was watch tv and sleep. He hadn't gotten on social media either due to the fact that there where tons of pictures of him and Kuroo on there.

Kenma sighed, he felt as if he wasn't getting any better the more he spent inside his house. Maybe it was time for him to go out a bit. He looked at the clock to see it was 6pm. Maybe he could go get a cup of choclate.

He grabbed a hoodie and his Keys and walked to the door. He quickly felt a sharp pain and looked down to see his ankle brace. He also ended up going to the doctors for his ankle this past week. Turned out it sprained when he fell and since he kept walking with it his injury got worst. 4-5 weeks of him walking with this stupid thing on.

He decided to ignore it once again and walked out. It had gotten colder this week so he made sure to bundle up. As he walked down the street he saw couples holding hand and laughing making his heart ache. He slowly looked down and walked the rest of the way there. When he entered the bakery he felt a bit better. He didn't know wether it was the sweet warmth or maybe the because it felt safe.

"One hot chocolate please." Kenma says ordering for himself. He would usually order a baked good but it didn't feel right. He took a seat and awaited his drink. He had been craving this for the whole week. He hadn't been able get uber eats because he had broken his phone.

"One hot Chocolate for Kenma!" The girl said holding it up. Kenma dragged himself over and paid for the drink. As he turned around to leave he bumped into someone's chest.

"Ah sorr-" Kenma says he looks up to see Kuroo. His eyes slowly widen in fear. Before he could think of running Kuroo grabbed his wrist.

"A coffee and a Matcha Swiss Roll please."  Kuroo said as he smiled to the girl behind the counter. He then dragged Kenma as if he was a lost kitten to the table.