Kuroken|Out of my league

Apple Pie

Update from after I discontinued this story: I know it's horrible. I know. I wrote this before my quarantine depression hit and honestly sis got a LOT of character development since this was started. Maybe you'll see it if I ever write the last chapter. Maybe not.

Kenma had seemed more distant lately. Wether it be not touching his food (which was typical if he had a game, but he didn't) or not complaining about homework. "If they can't teach us everything we need to know in the hour we're in their class, why do I have to teach myself instead of play" he used to tell his childhood friend, Kuroo. Kuroo began to worry, because it wasn't like kenma to be alone in his thoughts. Without a game at least. Kenma was always gaming. But in reality, kenma was falling. Falling hard. "Is everything okay?" Kuroo asked. Kenma jolted back into reality. "Y-yeah. " he said. He always had to look up with Kuroo being 6'1 and him being only 5'5. Maybe 5'6. He hardly had time for unimportant stuff like that. In reality, it wasn't okay. Because the tiniest things were on kenmas mind. All of those tiny things involving his spiky haired, outgoing best friend.

As they walked to lunch together, Kuroo offered to take Kenmas bag but kenma refused. "You know I don't mind carrying your things. I do it all the time" he said. Kenma continued to walk without acknowledging anything Kuroo had said. Once they sat down at the lunch table, kuroo offered kenma some pie. "What kind?" Kenma asked. Kuroo chuckled "what other kind would I bring you". Kenma smiled "Where'd you get it?" Kenma asked with a smile. "Mom" kuroo said with a mouthful of food. "Thanks" Kenma said with a small smile. "why's he always looking down? He's not gaming. He's not talking about weird things. Lunch is the one place kenma talks more than me. It's the one place I listen more than I laugh. Does he....not wanna be friends?" Kuroo began to think. He circled the tips of his thumbs around each other, and kenma began to pick at his apple pie. After a few bites, he stopped and pushed it away, pulling out his phone.

"Kenma" said the concerned boy. "You barely touched your food?". He put a hand on kenma, but as soon as he did, it was the first time kenma ran away from him. He went completely cold. Kenma felt like he inhaled pain. "Imma go. Thanks." He quickly said as he rushed away. "Kenma! Wait!" Kuroo tried saying, but the words wouldn't come out. He just sat there, speechless. "Kenma....." he said with a big breath. He walked over the throw the food away, and munched on the pie his mom made. Kenma started calling her mom instead of Mrs. Kuroo when they were in elementary because she always referred to him as "My second son,  kozume." Kuroo couldn't stop thinking about how cold kenma was. Cold cold. Yea it was late fall, but it was warm inside. Kenma was always wearing his big jacket anymore. Sometimes both his Nekoma jacket and his big one. Tan with a fluffy hood, fluffy inside, and fluffy sleeves that reached just below his fingers. "hm. Cute" kuroo thought as the images of him wearing it was flashing through his head. "Wait what? He's my best friend. Well, it's okay to think he's cute. Everyone does. It's nothing".

Kenma was rushing into the bathroom. He was sick to his stomach. He locked the stall door and slowly slide on the ground to begin crying. The feeling of kuroos warm hand made his entire stomach flutter. He let the tears fall out. Then the overwhelming feeling to throw up filled his throat. He tried to hold it down but he couldn't. "dang it" he yelled out while hitting his hands on the floor. He slide over to the toilet and shoved his fingers down his throat. After a few minutes, he heard the bell to go to class. But he wasn't going. He was passing his subjects, and seeing kuroo wasn't in the books. Not after everything kenma was thinking about him. The way his beautiful hazel brown eyes seemed golden when they left practice at sunset. The way he was so comfortable to lay on coming back from practices. The way he ran his fingers over Kenmas shoulders when kenma was drifting to sleep. Kenma heard the door to the bathroom open and he knew kids would be coming in before class, so crawled to put his back against the wall and he buried his head in his knees. Letting even a single weep out while someone else was there would make his life 10 times worse.

Meanwhile in class, Kuroo sat waiting for Kenmas seat to be filled. (A/N I wrote this just a few weeks into the fandom and my brain couldn't process kuroo being a 3rd year so pretend they share a few classes. My school does that but almost don't so whatever) This was one of Kenmas favorite classes. He never skipped. Kuroo raised his hand "Sensei, may I use the bathroom?" He asked. "Hurry back!" they said back with a smile. Kenma being that teacher's favorite and also Kuroos best friend gave Kuroo some extra points on the teachers liking scale. Kuroo went right, but remembered when Kenma said he never used that bathroom because it smelt like smoke and sweat. He went to the one at the end of the hall that was only used when all the others were filled. The other person was leaving right when Kuroo walked in, so Kenma thought no one was their. "Finally" he said with his voice cracking. Tears filled his eyes and he began to weep. "I- I can't do this. Kuroo is so much more than my- and- he's not gay? What the he-" he began saying in between soba before he was cut off by Kuroos deep, intimidating to some, voice. "Kenma?" He said with deep concern. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He said in a panic. "Kuroo.....go away!" Kenma said. Kuroo could hear the lump in his throat, and the tears falling down. "Of course not!" Kuroo said as he walked towards the stall on the end.

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I have everything already ready to post but I won't post it all at once cause I'm an asshole like that. I'm seriously struggling with the last chapter tho so don't hate me or I'll hit you