𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 ~ 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗

What's going on?

Kuroo POV:

What the hell had happened? My head was literally throbbing and my  muscles ached worse than after a training camp. On top of that, no matter how much water I drank I seemed to be thirsty.

I finally got up off the pullout and stood, gripping onto the armrest for stability. My brain felt like it was bouncing against my skull. I smelt horrid. A new pain presented itself. I  looked behind me to see my pants ripped on the butt.

What the actual hell had happened?

Without really thinking, I removed my pants to further inspect the damage, and then my shirt as it was pretty rank and I couldn't stand the smell anymore. I'd forgotten about Kenma who returned to the living room to witness me staring at the ass of my pants.

I looked up at him silently, standing  in only my plaid boxers. His eyes went wide and he opened his mouth but didn't say anything. I looked back down at the pants, then back up at him, flipping the pants so he could see.

"bahAHAHAHAHA!!"
I couldn't help but smile at Kenma's laugh. It was rare for him to laugh like that and though I had no clue what was so funny, it made me smile knowing whatever it was happened to be funny enough for him to cry-laugh over it.

"Do I even wanna know what caused this?" I asked pointing to my pants. This sent Kenma further into a fit of laughter.

When he'd finally settled a bit, he pushed some hair out of his face, and said "Sit back down, I'll get some food, and explain to you what all happened last night." Kenma said wiping tears from his soft looking face, still smiling.

Wait was he wearing my shirt? Or did that belong to my old man?
Maybe he'll explain it too, I thought to myself.

Kenma returned once again with more water, this time iced, and some food for the both of us.

He spent the next majority of the hour explaining everything as I sat bewildered and so, so regretfully embarrassed in my boxers.

"You got a ticket?!" I said quite shocked.

"Yes. Thanks for that." He said smiling.

What he told me almost seemed impossible, but through the help of photos from Kenma, ones my dad had taken of me passed out on the floor of the entryway, as well as the karaoke video, it seemed to all check out.

"So now you know what happened, I'm gonna head home. I need a shower." Kenma said, though I knew what he really needed was to recharge with his games more than anything else.

"Alright. I'll see you at school tomorrow then?"

"Obviously." He replied, smiling once again.

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A majority of the day had passed by now and though my headache had more or less subsided, the muscle aches and nausea persisted.

"Kuroo, could you take out the trash please?" My father asked, though that was more a command then question.

When I returned he had began making dinner.
"So... about Kenma. Are you and him,, uh finally dating? Or..."

"WHAT! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!" I was utterly shocked.

He turned back to the pot on the stove, continuing to stir,
"Oh, well, I had been talking with Kenma's mother, and she said they talked about Kenma liking you. She said she wasn't sure if you liked him too, so I figured I'd ask." He said it so calmly I was taken aback.

Kenma likes me?

His mother knows?

My father knows?

My father is fine with that?

Kenma liked guys?

Do I like guys?

Do I like Kenma?

What's going on?