Entrust | KuroKen

Chapter 13

Finally, their finals was done. Kenma yawned as he leaned his head on Kuroo's shoulder. They sat in the living room just watching whatever was displayed in the TV.

"Babe, should we go on a date?" Kuroo suggested, pulling the blonde closer to him.

"Hmm. Too tired," Kenma replied.

Everything was back to normal. Ever since Kuroo apologized, he worked hard on winning Kenma's heart over again. Of course, the blonde thought it was useless because he still loved him the same.

But Kuroo insisted and now they walked hand in hand inside the mall. Kuroo wanted to buy new clothes for college and he would also treat the blonde to a new video game. When he said that, Kenma's eyes sparkled.

They were at the fifth store for that day, scanning through the bunch of hanged clothes. Kuroo wasn't that picky while Kenma didn't care about what he looked. Kuroo would still be Kuroo anyway.

"What do ya think with this one, kitten?" Kuroo asked as he held a mint colored shirt with a cute kitten icon at the left chest part.

"Will look good on you," Kenma simply commented before scanning for more clothes.

Kuroo pouted. "No, what I mean is it's for you."

Kenma looked at him, eyebrow raised. "I'm supposed to wear something that big?"

"What? You said you like baggy clothes!" Kuroo whined.

"I don't like cutesy."

"But I'm cute."

"Excuse me, what."

"Mean kitten. Come on, try this one," Kuroo said as he pushed Kenma inside the fitting room, shoving the shirt unto him.

Kenma sighed at his boyfriend's pushiness but still tried it on anyway.

He slid the curtain and looked at Kuroo with a questioning look.

"Uh is it okay?" Kenma asked, awkwardly.

"God, Kenma that's so cute. We'll get that for you!" Kuroo clapped his hands before pulling Kenma to find a new cute shirt that would suit him.

Kenma only groaned in frustration.

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Their next stop was at Bokuto's place. Kenma knew it would be chaotic so he prepared his earbuds yet when he saw Akaashi sitting on the couch, clearly not pleased, he shoved the earbuds inside his pocket.

He sat down beside the setter while Kuroo and Bokuto rambled complete nonsense that only the both of them understood.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," Akaashi replied, giving a small smile to Kenma.

"I'm surprised you're here."

Akaashi scoffed. "I'm surprised I'm here too."

Kenma giggled. "Ah, Bokuto-san."

"Yup."

"Aahgaashi!" They heard Bokuto yelled while waving his hands.

Akaashi sighed. "What is it, Bokuto-san?"

"Let's make sandwiches. You know, my favorite!" Bokuto excitedly said as he clapped his hands like a kid.

Akaashi rolled his eyes but chuckled a little before saying, "Fine fine." He stood up and they both disappeared to the kitchen.

Kenma couldn't help but to smile at the scene.

Kuroo, on the other hand, wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist before whispering, "What are you smiling at?"

Kenma chuckled. "Just Akaashi and Bokuto-san. They look cute together."

"I know right. Though Bokuto is such a pussy 'cause he won't confess to his dearest Akaashi." Kuroo laughed. "Hey, do you think Akaashi likes him too?"

Kenma's eyes widened.

Oh no, what should he tell him? It wouldn't be right to say "No, because he likes me." That would be awkward so it's a no for Kenma.

He faked a cough. "I- I don't know either."

Kuroo hummed. "I think he likes him."

"Haha, yes," Kenma replied.

Kuroo gave him a kiss on the cheek afterwards and he giggled by the ticklishness.

"Oya oya, no PDA please!" Bokuto complained.

Apparently, they were done preparing the sandwiches and caught the couple in the act.

Bokuto huffed jokingly while Akaashi stood there awkwardly and in complete silence.

Kuroo stuck his tongue out. "Don't be jealous. Just confess already, pussy!"

"But they said I look like an owl?" Bokuto innocently blinked and pointed at himself. "Aren't I Akaashi?" he asked, turning to face the setter.

Akaashi sighed while Kuroo laughed.

"Tell him, Akaashi!"

Kenma also giggled at his side. "No, don't tell him Akaashi. Let's just eat," he said and stood up to get the plate with sandwiches on top from Akaashi.

"He's so dumb," Kenma whispered to him, getting the plate from Akaashi and the latter just smiled in return.

"Kyanma, gimme a sandwich!" Kuroo called and opened his mouth wide.

Kenma walked towards him and stuffed his mouth with two sandwiches causing Kuroo to almost choke.

Kenma laughed and sat beside him, eating the sandwich peacefully after.

"Waaah! Me too, Akaashi," Bokuto said and also opened his mouth wide.

Akaashi just stared at him and said, "You are holding the sandwiches, Bokuto-san."

Bokuto pouted. "Okayyy." He sat on the other couch, munching the sandwiches sadly, pouting like a child.

Akaashi sighed. Bokuto-san's emo mode.

He walked towards his captain, picked a piece of sandwich and held it out.

"Open your mouth, Bokuto-san."

The older stopped eating, his eyes gleamed as he looked at Akaashi. "Yey!"

Kuroo and Kenma giggled at the side.

The four eventually talked about volleyball and Bokuto and Kuroo's plan for college. Apparently, they were going to the same university and also roommates. They couldn't stop talking on what to decorate their room while the two setters shook their heads in unison.

They were interrupted by a phone's ringing.

"Hey, someone's phone is ringing," Bokuto pointed out, kind of breathless from all the laughing and talking he did.

It must be tough to be him even just for an hour, Kenma thought, as he looked at the ace.

"Oh, it's mine it's mine," Kuroo said. He planted a kiss on Kenma's lips. "I'll just get this, babe."

Kenma nodded and Bokuto shouted an "ew", earning a middle finger from Kuroo.

"Anyway, should I get more chips?" Bokuto changed the topic as fast as a lightning.

"No, I'm already full..." Kenma pointed at his stomach.

"How about we play an online game?" Akaashi suggested.

Kenma's eyes sparkled. "Yes."

They spent a couple of minutes deciding on what to play when Kuroo came back inside, looking rather pale.

Kenma noticed it. "Is something wrong? Who called?" he asked.

"J-just my dad," Kuroo simply replied.

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I can't just write a full fluff. Damn, what's wrong with me?