F̶o̶l̶l̶o̶w̶ Fuck the Rulebook - Kenma Kozume

C12 - Games

The pair entered the living room, everyone’s eyes landing on them. Kuroo leapt up holding out a shot glass to Kenma. Does he drink? He shook his head, she guessed not. Kuroo held it out to Akasuki, she shook her head but Kuroo continued to bring it to her lips. Abruptly Kenma took the shot from Kuroo’s hands bringing it to his own lips muttering as he cleared his throat,
“what are you playing?”
Why did he take the shot?
“Truth or dare,” Kuroo grinned taking a seat on the floor gesturing for them to follow.
The pair take a seat, Kenma sat next to Kuroo, then Akasuki next to Kenma and Yuki. Yuki leaned into her with a smirk,
“you took a while, didn’t you?”
What? She squinted at him noticing Sō sat beside him with a grin, she reached over shoving him,
“cut it out, stop being a bad influence.”
Sō laughed shaking his head, Yuki joining in the laughter. He’s already corrupting him. Akasuki hadn’t noticed the sudden eruption of volume from Yaku and Taketora. What’s happening now?
“You chose dare; therefore, we get to draw on your face!” Yaku yelled.
Whoa, why is he yelling? Taketora shook his head,
“No! Because you’ll do it in permanent marker like last time!”
Like last time? Kuroo picked up another card from the two decks in the middle,
“okay, how about this one, seduce a player,”
Taketora’s eyes flew to Akasuki. This wasn’t happening.
“Hang on,” Kuroo grinned, “of the same sex.”
Taketora groaned glancing around at everyone, lastly his eyes landed on Kuroo,
“how about it cap?”
Kuroo shrugged with a grin,
“give it your best.”
Taketora approached Kuroo slowly taking a hold of his hand, planting a kiss on his knuckles,
“you’re looking quite attractive tonight.”
Is he really trying his best with this? Taketora went silent as she stared at Kuroo,
“I, I got nothing in me.”
Maybe she could help.
“Dude,” Akasuki blurted out, taketora glanced at her, she lifted her a hand to her shoulder slowly running down her arm, she proceeded to use her other hand to lift her chin, “try it!”
Taketora nodded eagerly turning back to Kuroo with a grin,
“a girl’s magic always works,” he slowly traced his hand down Kuroo’s arm, using the other to raise his chin with a sly look in his eyes before pulling away, “how was it?”
Kuroo shrugged,
“I’ve had worst, but I’ve had better.”
Taketora frowned taking his seat again.
“That's unfair!” Akasuki claimed, “that would’ve totally worked on anyone else!”
Why did she know that? It was a distant memory from someone, who? So cleared his throat,
“you should put that card back in so Suki can get it.”
Akasuki glared at him,
“unless you’re suddenly a woman, it won’t work.”
“Yuki,” Kuroo spoke up, “truth or dare.”
“Truth,” Yuki chose confidently.
Kuroo grabbed a card reading it slowly,
“who here has the nicest arse?”
What kind of questions were these?
“Oh,” Yuki laughed, “me obviously.”
Wow, Akasuki was blown away from the sudden confidence. Not that she’s stared but he doesn’t seem one bit ashamed of his body.
“Lies!” Taketora yelled, “It’s obviously Akasuki!”
What? He’s just saying that because she’s the only girl here, wait, when did he even check her out?
“It’s Yaku,” Nobuyuki spoke out.
“I would’ve said Kuroo,” Yaku grumbled.
What is going on? Kuroo glanced at Akasuki,
“who do you think?”
Who does she think? She hasn’t, she doesn’t, is she meant to?
“it’s not my question,” she replied simply.
“Kai,” Kuroo called, “truth or dare.”
“Truth,” Nobuyuki replied.
Kuroo gestured to Akasuki to grab a card. She leaned forward grabbing a truth, her eyes widening. She is not reading that out loud. She can just make her own one up,
“have you ever cheated in a test?”
Yaku grabbed the card out of her hand.
“Hey!” Akasuki groaned grabbing the card back.
“Read it properly!” Yaku complained.
God, these boys.
“No,” Akasuki argued taking her seat.
“Choose another,” Yaku whined.
“She said no,” Kenma piped up glancing at Nobuyuki, “just answer it.”
Thank you with Kenma. Nobuyuki exchanged a look with Yaku before answering,
“sure, yeah.”
“My turn,” Kuroo exclaimed, “dare obviously.”
Yaku grabbed a card,
“give someone a foot,” Yaku glanced up at Kuroo, “a lap dance.”
And he lectured her about cheating? Kuroo shrugged turning in Akasuki’s direction, she scooted back behind Kenma, not in his dreams. Kuroo grinned at Kenma,
“how about it?”
Kenma sighed moving forward to create more space. Kuroo straddled him slowly grinding against Kenma. Wow, Akasuki tilted her head as she watched the pair, Kenma seemingly disinterested yet Kuroo knew exactly what he was doing. Kuroo pulled slapping Kenma’s back taking his seat. Akasuki leaned over to Kenma whispering,
“is that,”
“Not the first time,” Kenma murmured, “it happens a lot after he drinks.”
“Akasuki!” Kuroo cheered, “truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she answered.
Sō grabbed a card,
“tell us your darkest secret.”
Darkest secret? She furrowed her brows as she ransacked her mind for the many possibilities, the words slipping from her tongue without thinking,
“I don’t deserve to be here.”
Whoa, that isn’t what she meant. Well, it was. Maybe not in the sense they understood it. She chuckled lightly,
“whose turn next?”
There was a chorus of boos, Taketora complaining,
“you’re such a Debbie downer!”
Shohei grabbed a dare from the pile throwing it towards So, who caught it just before it smacked into his face,
“switch clothes with anyone in this room.”
Wait, they can’t do this. That’s cheating isn’t it?
“Much better,” Taketora claimed.
She glanced at the boys in the circle. No one is going to fit in her clothes. Maybe Yuki, Yaku, her eyes fluttered to Kenma, or him, she glanced to Yuki, she can’t do that,
“Yuki?”
He shook his head. Yaku sighed climbing to his feet,
“come on,” he held his hand out to her.
She took it, following him out of the room. He led her to the bathroom shoving her carefully in,
“I’ll strip then give you my clothes, then you can change and give me yours.”
She nodded, closing the door. What is she doing? She stared into the mirror at herself, brushing her bangs out her eyes, why did she say that? She’s so stupid. The door cracked open, Yaku throwing his clothes through, closing the doors again. She picked the clothes up changing into them staring at herself in the mirror. She can make this fun again, let’s make it fun again. She opened the door throwing her clothes out. Let’s have fun. The door opened, Yaku dressed in her sports uniform,
“your shorts are kinda tight.”
“I know!” She pulled up his shorts to show the red impression marks marking the whole way around her thighs, “how are my thighs meant to breath!”
Yaku burst out laughing,
“maybe Tora was right.”
She slapped his shoulder playfully as she slipped past him, the pair returning to the living room. There was a cheer from the boys, Akasuki took her seat watching Yaku pull his shorts down as he struggled to walk to his seat,
“how do you deal with this?”
Akasuki shrugged laughing hard, she had no idea why she just didn’t ask for a size up.
“I think,” Taketora spoke teasingly, “we should up the stakes.”
Yuki groaned falling back,
“I’m done.”
Akasuki leaned over feeling for his pulse making sure he’s still alive, his eyes opened slowly as he grinned at her,
“unconscious boys, huh?”
“Shut up,” Akasuki warned with a smile, “I was making sure you weren’t dead.”
Nobuyuki raised from his seat looking to Akasuki,
“should I get him to bed?”
She nodded, noticing Shohei and Tamahiko also climb to their feet,
“you off too?”
Tamahiko nodded, Shohei nodding too as he yawned rubbing his neck. She patted his leg as he walked by,
“goodnight.”
Nobuyuki and Shohei lifted Yuki to his feet, who groaned in response.
“Sleep tight,” Akasuki called after them as they left.
She turned to the remaining team members. Kuroo, Kenma, Taketora, So, and Yaku. Four of them were exchanging heavy glances. What’s going on? She glanced at Kenma who was shaking his head.
“They want to play a more extreme version of the game,” Kenma explained, “you can back out if you want.”
A more extreme version of the game?
“Are you playing?” Akasuki asked.
Kenma nodded. Fuck it, she glanced around for the tray of shots, she grabbed a couple drinks downing them, what’s the worst that can happen?
“I’m in,” Akasuki grinned.
Kuroo grinned downing a couple himself, handing a couple to Kenma who threw them back, gesturing for everyone to come in closer,
“okay, the rules, all dares, we choose, if you don’t do it, you’re out, last man standing wins. I’ll start, alright?”
That makes enough sense.
“Strip, three pieces of clothing,” Yaku spoke.
Kuroo immediately started to pull off his clothes, first socks, then shirt then trousers. Akasuki didn’t take notice, glancing at Kenma, it now being his turn.
“be tickled while you recite the alphabet,” Taketora ordered.
Kenma nodded as Kuroo faced him pressing his hands into his waist, Kenma squirming as he began to recite the alphabet. He finished quickly pulling away from Kuroo, his face red. Wow, he definitely is ticklish. It was her turn next.
“Act like a cat until your next turn,” Kuroo smirked.
That’s, easy. Akasuki nodded perching on her knees as she brought her hand up to brush the hair from her forehead. What do cats do? Cats are affectionate right? Kenma leaned back gazing at her, fuck, she moved pretending to brush up against Kenma, who lifted his hand to brush a piece of her hair behind her ear. He’s actually touching her, maybe it’s the drinks taking over.
“Hey Suki,” Sō whistled, “come here.”
She glanced over to him, of course Sō has to have a say in what happens. Sō pat his lap, is he serious?
“You don’t have to,” Kenma muttered glancing to Sō.
“It’s the rules,” Sō claimed, “unless you wanna lose?”
Fuck it, she went to get up but Sō complained,
“on your knees, just like a cat.”
Akasuki rolled her eyes as she slowly crawled her way towards Sō, glancing at Taketora who leaned back watching her, she carefully sat between Sō's legs. He grinned at her brushing her hair over her shoulders,
“you’re such a pretty kitty.”
It’s as if he’s a completely different person when he drinks, she knew she shouldn’t have let the first year’s drink. She knew, this is what happens when guys drink.
“My turn,” Sō exclaimed.
Revenge. Akasuki pouted at Yaku who was watching Sō. It’s as if Yaku could read her mind as he spoke,
“I dare you to call your mother and tell her how much of a dirty drunk you are.”
“What?” So blurted, “I can’t, I literally can’t,” Sō rambled, “she would murder me.”
Yaku, was the name of her hero tonight, she grinned as she crawled out of Sō's lap turning to face him pretending to frown.
“So, you quit?” Yaku pretended to frown.
Sō grumbled climbing to his feet,
“Whatever, I’m sleeping,” he slouched out of the room up the stairs.
Yaku grinned at Akasuki. He’s gonna feel that in the morning. Akasuki took her seat beside Kenma once again. He leaned into her murmuring,
“you okay?”
Akasuki nodded with a soft smile. Thank you, Kenma. She just hoped he wouldn’t be the same as Sō. 
“Tora!” Yaku cheered, “I dare you,” he glanced around the room, his eyes glimmering as he leapt up to grab something holding it out to Taketora, “to bite into a banana with the skin on.”
Really? That’s the best he could come up with? Taketora took the banana immediately biting into it with a grin,
“I dare you to hold hands with Kuroo until one of you quit.”
Yaku shrugged sitting beside Kuroo, linking their hands together,
“hey buddy.”
Kuroo grinned,
“bring it guys.”
“Let us look through your phone,” Kenma suggested.
Kuroo pulled out his phone throwing it into Kenma’s lap,
“be my guest.”
Kenma unlocked Kuroo’s phone flicking through the photos,
“wow, someone’s modest,” he muttered turned the screen towards the boys.
They all snickered. What? What was it? Akasuki leaned forward but Kenma pulled the phone away,
“I,”
Akasuki went to grab his wrist but Taketora grabbed the phone from Kenma’s grasp,
“it’s not right for girl’s eyes.”
What? Akasuki sat down, whatever.
“Next!” Yaku called, “Kenma, lick someone’s face!”
Akasuki glanced at Kenma who immediately leaned over to Kuroo, licking the side of his face taking his seat again. They’re very close. It was her turn again,
“finally,” she grinned, “bring it boys.”
“I dare you,” Yaku smirked, “to confess your love,” that sounds easy enough, “to Kenma.”
Kenma. She glanced at him, fuck, she can do this, she can with the alcohol flowing through her body, she turned to Kenma. Alright, let’s do this. She cleared her throat, furrowing her brows as she leaned into Kenma softly taking his face in her hands,
“ever since I first saw you,” how does she sound romantic? “my heart began racing, my thoughts became scattered, I, I couldn’t control my words,” that wasn’t a lie, “in a full room the only person I search for, is you,” she ran her thumbs over his cheeks, “Kenma,” she didn’t know his last name but the way his name rolled off her tongue felt so natural, “I love you.”
Kenma’s eyes were wide as Akasuki pulled away satisfied with her words, her heart thumping aggressively. Fuck, it felt like it was truly real.
“Tora,” Kuroo smirked, “kiss her.”
Taketora’s eyes fluttered to Akasuki’s. No. Taketora immediately shook his head,
“no, I’m not doing something like that!”
Taketora scrambled to his feet, his cheeks growing red as he took a seat on the sofa,
“I’m out,” he tilted his head, “actually, you should make the game more entertaining,” he climbed to his feet heading into the kitchen.
Where is he going? She felt fingers lightly tap the side of her thigh, Akasuki lifting her eyes to meet Kenma’s distant gaze, what’s up with him?
“Alright so,” Taketora placed two bowl at one end of the room then a bigger bowl at the other, pouring objects into the smaller bowls, “get into pairs.”
Kuroo linked his arm around Yaku’s shoulder,
“game of speed, we’re sure to win.”
Taketora grinned glancing at Kenma,
“lucky you,” he sat down, “the rules are one of you starts at that smaller bowl, and the other at the bigger one, there the one at the smaller bowl, will pick up the ice cubes and transfer the ice cups to the other person via,” he pointed to his mouth, “then that person will transfer it into the bucket, simple.”
Thanks, Taketora, thanks, he sure lives to make her night more confusing. Yaku and Kuroo exchanged grins turning to Kenma and Akasuki, the pair climbing to their feet,
“you’re gonna lose!” 
Hell no, Akasuki pulled Kenma up with a grin,
“you wish!”
She pushed Kenma towards the bigger bucket taking her place at the small one. Yaku stood beside her as Kuroo beside Kenma.
“I’m not doing this,” Kenma grumbled.
What? Akasuki frowned.
“Fine, I’ll take your place,” Taketora suggested.
Kenma furrowed his brows,
“It's a childish game.”
“Don’t play then,” Yaku suggested furrowing his brows back.
“And let you guys take advantage of her?” Kenma scoffed, take advantage?
Is, is he trying to be protective? Kuroo scoffed,
“make a decision then.”
“I’ll play,” Kenma grumbled.
What was that about, Akasuki wondered.
“Ready, set,” Taketora grinned, “go!”
Akasuki picked up the cup pouring the ice cubes into her mouth, fuck, they are freezing, she poured a couple back before turning around sprinting towards Kenma, he lowered himself down, what is he doing?
“Just drop it,” Kenma insisted.
Sure, Akasuki carefully dropped the ice cubes from her mouth into Kenma’s, sprinting back, refilling her mouth, pouring more in as her mouth became numb, they were gonna win this. She ran back to Kenma dropping the ice cubes into his mouth, one slipping out, Kenma caught it throwing it quickly into his mouth as Akasuki pulled away. That was close. She sprinted back, picking up her glass, it was practically almost empty, she glanced at Yaku’s glass as he picked it up in his hands the pair catching one another’s eyes, fuck it, she downed the glass placing it down as she turned around. Yaku copied her, she sprinted towards Kenma, Yaku shoving her playfully with a grin. Why does he gotta play dirty? Fuck this, she stumbled over her feet lunging forward into Kenma’s chest, grabbing his face as she locked their mouths shoving the ice cubes into his mouth, his eyes widening as she pulled away. Come on man, get them in the bowl! Kenma turned around hastily dropping the ice cubes into the bowl. 
“Suki and Kenma!” Taketora cheered, “we have our winners!”
Yes! Akasuki cheered bouncing around Kenma,
“winners!”
“Can, can you keep the noise down please?” a voice mumbled from the door.
Their eyes shot to the doorframe to see Yūki standing shirtless rubbing his eyes. Oh, shit. Akasuki's sisterly instincts kicked in as she glanced at the time on the wall, it’s almost two am. She stepped forward gesturing to Taketora,
“it’s time we call it a night.”
“What?” Taketora grumbled, crossing his arms like an angry child.
Is he using attitude with her right now?
“Listen to her, or else,” Yaku warned, thanks Yaku.
Taketora sighed heavily making his way to join Yūki's side.
“Actually, can,” Yūki glanced at the floor as he spoke, “I have some water? My mouth tastes like sick.”
Aw Yūki, he must’ve taken it hard. Kuroo nodded dropping the ice cube into the bowl holding it out to Yūki. Is he joking? Yaku pushed Kuroo’s arm,
“you’re gross,” he moved into the kitchen coming out with a glass of water, “here.”
Yūki took it carefully taking a sip,
“thank you.”
Yaku smiled softly ruffling his hair,
“come on, both of you to bed.”
He’s like a mother, it made Akasuki smile, they’re family. Yaku led Taketora and Yūki up the stairs. Akasuki turned to face Kuroo and Kenma, a sudden urge of pressure in her chest, whoa,
“I think I’m gonna throw up.”
“Water and food,” Kuroo instructed as he led Akasuki through a door to another leading outside to the back of the house, placing her on a bench.
“Take deep breaths,” Kuroo instructed.
Right, Akasuki followed his instructions gazing up at the star speckled sky. It’s pretty, almost pretty enough to make her ignore the gurgles of her stomach. But there was one thing prettier than the sky,
“here,” Kenma held out a glass of water and a slice of pizza out to her.
Her eyes lingered on Kenma. Him. She took it carefully bringing the water to her lips,
“thank you.”
“You know,” Kuroo slid in beside her, “I’m glad you joined us, you’ve merged well with everyone.” 
Right, merged well.
“I think that’s thanks to your great captain skills,” Akasuki suggested.
She still wasn’t sure what gave him the jolt in her direction. It’s strange. Kenma sat down on the ground before the pair looking up at the sky, Akasuki watching closely. Why couldn’t she take her eyes off him?
“Your commitment to this team is phenomenal,” Kuroo admitted, “you did this all yourself.”
Yaku's head popped out glancing at them,
“there you are,” he stepped out with a pizza box sitting beside Kenma, “what are you guys talking about?”
“Suki being such a great manager,” Kuroo beamed.
Suki. Again, how many times has someone called her that now? Yaku nodded taking a bite of his pizza,
“you’ve been on a different level today, at the game you were supporting the first and second years,” he paused glancing up at her, “and here, you were amazing, getting involved and everything.”
“It could be the drinks,” Akasuki suggested with a laugh.
Yaku shook his head, melted cheese flying everywhere,
“you were so defensive and shy when we met you.”
Could you blame her? Three random third years spontaneously approached her. It was certainly strange.
“Who hurt you?” Kuroo jokingly stated.
Who, hurt her? Her heart dropped into her stomach as she shakenly laughed, this is the worst part of alcohol, the emotions that always flooded through with the courage. The memories that had been sneaking into head upon watching everyone. Someone, hurt her. Yaku's mouth dropped open as he gaped at Akasuki, the pizza sliding out,
“No way, are you heartbroken?”
No. It wasn’t time to tell them, Akasuki ignored him reaching down to shove the pizza into his mouth,
“forget I ever said anything.”
“No,” Kuroo lightly gripped her shoulder pulling her back up, “speak to us.”
Speak to them? She pouted as she took a deep breath,
“I had a rough, first year.”
Kuroo leaned in lifting the ends of her hair, twirling the magenta strands between his fingers,
“we can see that.”
“Not like that,” Akasuki loosely laughed, “I,” how does she put it, “I got in with the wrong group. Things went sour.”
That was basically what happened.
“And?” Yaku egged her, waiting for the interesting part of the story.
And? He wants to know more? She can’t, it’s stupid. She can’t tell them.
“Hey,” Kenma murmured, her eyes fluttered to him watching him lift a slice of pizza to his lips, “if she doesn’t want to tell you, don’t force her.”
Kenma.
“She doesn’t trust us,” Yaku pouted sadly.
What?
“It’s not that,” Akasuki blurted, “I just, don’t want to ruin what I have with you guys, the team, I spent my whole year searching for people I felt comfortable with and. I thought I found them, but it ended up ruining everything for me. I lost everything. Since then I shut everyone out, every single person I knew,” she took in a breath of air trying to steady her voice, whispering under her breath, “I just want to be needed as much as I need others.”
There was silence, Akasuki could’ve swore she heard the neighbour’s distant snores as she nervously gazed at the three boys. Did they have nothing to say?
“Wow,” Kuroo breathed out slowly staring up at the night sky, “it’s a beautiful night.”
Right, what did she expect? She cleared her throat pushing off the bench, after spilling her thoughts that’s how they react?
“Wait,” Kuroo sighed grabbing her arm pulling her into his chest as he cradled her carefully, “tell me,” he lifted her chin up to the sky, “what do you see?”
What did she see? What relevance did that have? Kuroo waited patiently as Akasuki stared, there were clusters of stars aligned in groups, scattered wildly away from one another,
“stars, and,” her eyes lifted to the glowing moon, “the moon.”
“What are they doing?” Kuroo asked.
Huh? Akasuki glanced down at Yaku and Kenma who were memorised by Kuroo’s words, what is he doing? Kuroo lifted her chin up to the sky again, repeating himself,
“what are they doing?”
What were they doing? They were just shining, like they always do. There wasn’t anything new in the sky, what were they meant to be doing?
“Just, shining,” Akasuki whispered.
Yaku and Kenma hummed in agreement.
“Exactly,” Kuroo whispered with a smile, “they’re shining, separately, together, in the same night sky,” he lowered her chin to Kenma, his eyes glazed over as he stared up at the stars, then to Yaku, his eyes were staring admirably up at Kuroo, “no matter where you are in life, you’re never actually going to be alone,” he paused moving his face before Akasuki’s, an unusual warmth on his face, “you may have been hurt before by your friends, but please don’t relate us to kids who weren’t able to handle you, because, we can.”
Every single word Kuroo spoke sunk slowly into Akasuki’s head, she felt the words leave a trail of hope through her body, her heart aching for more of this attention, attention from boys, no, attention from friends, no. Attention that helped her believe, believe that she wasn’t just put on this earth destined to be alone, she was put on earth so she could have a sense of belonging amongst others. There was twinge of pain in her chest, what was this feeling? She had spent her summer preparing for the worst, building her confidence, perfecting her independence, just for three stupid boys who wear crimson red shorts and a blinding ambition to easily pull apart her building blocks. The pain slowly leaked into her veins travelling through her body, what is this? Who do they think they are? They, that’s, well, that’s exactly the point, they think they’re champions of the court. Whether Akasuki thought the court was the volleyball court or the world, after Kuroo’s words, it didn’t matter, as long as they had one another, their championship wouldn’t crack nor shatter. The pain suddenly diminished, a warm sensation showering over her body, the sapling of hope spurting pale-yellow petals within. She’s felt this before. It, it felt like joy, mixed with excitement, and, and optimism even. Why is she feeling this out of the blue like that? No, that’s a stupid question. She knew why, the reason why was right before her eyes, these three, well, two stupid boys and one, one pretty boy.
“Kuroo,” Yaku exclaimed clambering to his feet pulling Kenma’s attention down, his eyes widening, “you made her cry.”
What? Whose crying? Confused, she shared glances between the three not sure what was happening. Kenma furrowed his brows as his face grew scarlet,
“Kuroo.”
Her eyes fluttered back to Kuroo, his eyes resonating a weird sensitivity about them. He slowly reached his fingers up to brush along her damp cheeks, she, was crying?
“You two really need to see more girls,” he brushed her fringe out of her eyes as he continued to speak permissively, a smile spreading across his face, “she’s okay, aren’t you?”
Yeah, yeah, she's okay, why was she crying? Did her body decide to take matters into its own hands? She doesn’t want to worry them, she’s, she’s not sad. She forced the knotted words from her throat,
“I’m, really happy you think that.”
She was overwhelmed that he said that. More than overwhelmed, there isn’t a word for the way she felt, relieved, no, it felt like the knife permanently in her heart had been removed by an expert surgeon and stitched up with words of wisdom.
“You’re, not sad?” Yaku wondered furrowing his brows in confusion.
Akasuki slowly shook her head, far from. Yaku smiled softly at Kuroo,
“I bet being a captain really helps you with the girls.”
Kuroo shrugged leaning back with a yawn,
“You know what helps me with being a captain?”
“What?” Akasuki asked curiously.
“Sleep,” Kuroo grinned closing his eyes.
Well, that emotional conversation ended quickly, Akasuki slid off his lap onto the bench beside him shaking her head. Yaku groaned pulling himself up, scooping Kuroo up under his arm,
“I'll get you to sleep.”
Kuroo hummed in agreement, his eyes fluttering shut as Yaku lifted him from the bench. Those two seem pretty friendly too, she guessed being third years together meant they knew a lot about one another. Yaku led him to the door stumbling over his feet glancing back at Akasuki and Kenma,
“don’t stay up late.”
Akasuki nodded, jokingly whining,
“yes mum.”
Yaku smirked as he disappeared with Kuroo. Now it’s just the two of them. She glanced down at Kenma, watching him pull a gaming device out of his pocket, when did he have time to pick that up, hide it even? She watched as he sat there silently playing the game, laying along the bench. It’s strange, earlier at his they were comfortable amongst one another, now he’s gone shy. She reached down wrapping her fingers around the device, smirking.
“Hey,” Kenma grumbled reaching up to take it from her hands.
She pulled it up to her face, carefully starting to play the game. This is fun. Kenma scooted over to the head of the bench reaching up to cup her hands creating a firm grasp around the device,
“you have a sloppy grasp.”
Sloppy? She scoffed sitting up, his fingers falling from hers leaving a sense of loneliness on her skin.
“If you’re going to play,” Kenma muttered lifting himself onto the bench beside her, “play properly,” he slid his arm over her shoulder bringing his hands to cover hers lightly pressing down.
How can he so calmly do that? She carefully glanced up at him, his eyes concentrating on the screen as he moved his fingers with hers. She wondered if the alcohol was still flowing through his body. She felt his chest rise against her shoulder, the warmth of his breath brushing over her ear. This, felt comfortable. Abruptly, Kenma’s eyes shot down to meet hers, widening as his gaze flickered between the game and her, pulling back mumbling,
“sorry.”
Please, he went to pull his hands away, Akasuki slipping her fingers over his, don’t let go, not yet. She smiled weakly at him,
“so professional gamer, show me how to pass this level.”
Kenma briefly watched her, nodding shortly as he returned his gaze to the device moving her fingers slowly and softly. Her eyes stayed set on his, how is he so pretty? And he’s, like this, with someone like her. It doesn’t make sense.
“how are you gonna know how to pass it,” his eyes moved to hers, “if you aren’t watching the screen.”
He's somehow so smug, where did the shyness go?
“I preferred the scary one,” Akasuki pouted.
Kenma raised his eyebrows slowly switching the device off,
“I’ve got more games in my room,” Kenma suggested, “you’re welcome to look at them.”
His room? Akasuki copied his raised eyebrows with a smirk,
“really? That sounds kind of suspicious inviting me to your room.”
Kenma scoffed shaking his head as he pulled his arm away climbing to his feet,
“you had no problem inviting yourself earlier.”
Touché, he’s right. She climbed to her feet grinning,
“lead the way.”
He gave a short smile before walking around the house, Akasuki following closely, up to his house, pushing open the door, she followed behind.
“Also,” Kenma muttered closing the door him turning to face Akasuki, “I don’t know a lot about girls but I don’t think inviting them to look at games is the way.”
Akasuki chuckled, that makes sense, he didn’t seem like the type to know much but nonetheless, who knows about his secret life? Kenma started to make his way up the stairs, Akasuki following closely. Kenma stumbled over a step, Akasuki catching his elbow to keep him up,
“I can’t have you hurt yourself, the whole team will get mad.”
Kenma threw her a quick glance and a scoff continuing to reach the top of the stairs. Cute. The pair entered his room, Akasuki gazing at the rows of games, it’s still so amazing. Kenma picked a couple off the shelf, taking a seat on the bed patting the space beside him,
“we can play the worst one first.”
'We', she liked that, along with the 'first', she smirked softly as she sat beside him, does that mean he wants to play more with her? He switched the device back on, Akasuki carefully leaning against his shoulder. Kenma grumbled lifting his arm to wrap it over her shoulder bringing her hands up to the device,
“you can play.”
Cheeky. She grinned as she started the game, watching the screen intensely. Time slowly drifted by as Akasuki felt Kenma’s grip loosened, his head falling onto her shoulder. Bless him, he’s probably exhausted, she doesn’t blame him, she was too.  She slipped out from underneath his arm; she should let him rest. She slowly lowered his body resting his head against a pillow pulling the blanket over him. Wow, she crouched down beside the bed gazing into his face reaching up to brush the hair behind his ear, how is it humanly possible for someone to be so pretty and cool looking when they sleep? She sighed standing up, he was lucky, she always looks horrible asleep, well that’s what her brothers always told her when they woke her up. Delightful kids. She switched the device off placing it on the desk. Now here was the problem. Where does she sleep? It’d be annoying to go over to Kuroo’s, yet inappropriate if she slept in Kenma’s room, she only had one option. She glanced around Kenma’s room, looking for a spare blanket, why doesn’t he have one? Every teenager has to have one. Would he be mad if she borrowed a jumper? Knowing him, he’ll most likely get mad. It’s fine, she'll go without. Making her way downstairs quietly, Akasuki tiredly lowered herself onto the sofa clinging onto the pillows with a sigh. Today, or yesterday really, has been a rollercoaster, but hopefully only good grows from it, with the team and, a smile grew across her face, maybe with Kenma too.