𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 ~ 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗

He deserves to know.

Kuroo's POV:

"Kuroo?" My father asked pouring the noodles onto some plates, "Everything alright?" It was like my body had stopped functioning. I stood frozen, "Uhm, I'll be back." I replied. "Well dinner is ready, so be quick."

I ran up to my room and grabbed my phone. Another missed message from the girl who's name I'd forgotten.

I thought about her.

Then I thought about all the other girls I'd dated. They were hot, and pretty, and their hair always smelled nice. Yeah of course I liked them, I thought.

Then I thought about Kenma. I thought about his blond tipped hair, golden cat eyes, how invested he could become with a game, and how he looked wearing my sweatshirt. I thought about how he'd cared for me last night, and stayed to make sure I'd be alright. I also thought about what my father said about him liking me.

Shit.

Did I like him too?
Well if I did, that's a bad idea. We're best friends, and if I'm being honest, I'm pretty much Kenma's only friend at Nekoma. Plus what about volleyball?
Maybe I should text him, I thought.

But then what about girls? Did I even like them? Surely I did, right?
I opened my phone going to text messages.

Oh no...

Oh, please no.

Please, please, no.

I texted Kenma last night.

"KitTenb I'm s o sorrfy I leffft u"
Oh my god... I called him kitten.
That was something only I called him, that only I knew about.

Worst of all, he had seen the message the same minute after I'd sent it.

I collapsed back onto my bed staring at the ceiling. I put one hand behind my head and let the other rest on my stomach and sighed.

Why did everything have to be so confusing?

"KUROO! YOUR FOOD IS GOING BE COLD! CMON!" My father yelled from below.

Maybe I'll ask him about it.

I sat down and stared at the noodles.
"Since you vanished, I took the liberty of scrambling your egg."

"Yeah that's fine, thank you."
We ate in silence for a bit and I spent that time completely in my head.
I decided it was worth a shot asking my father.
"Hey dad..."
"Hm?"
He finished slurping some noodles and pushed his wire frame glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.
I took a deep breath, setting my chopsticks down.
"Well uhm, I think I might like guys. But I'm not entirely sure. I'm really confused. Did you ever think you might like guys?"

He set his chopsticks down too, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"No, I never thought I liked men. I knew pretty early on that women were what I liked.
However, I think it's, er, well if I'm being completely honest... I'm not too sure what I think about it.
When Kenma's mom rang me up about that, I was actually quite shocked.
I thought, there's no way you'd like guys.
That being said, you're my son. I love you, and if a boy is what makes you happy, then I'll grow to love him too. Especially if that boy is Kenma, because he's already like another son to me."

Without even meaning to, I began to cry.
"Oy! Kuroo, it's okay." My father was never one to comfort someone who was upset. No matter how much I tried to stop crying I couldn't.
I felt an immense sense of relief. I tried to silence myself, burying my face into the napkin. I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder.
"Stand up, son."
I did as I was told, and stood.

My father pulled me into a hug. I cried harder. I was quite a bit taller than him, but I hugged him, not being able to remember the last time we'd shared an embrace.

After a minute or so, I got a hold of myself, and managed to stop crying as violently. We sat back down and my father went back to eating.

"So what will you do?" He asked me. I thought for a moment.
"Well, I do think I like Kenma. I think I like him a lot, and I have for a long time just without realizing what those feelings were... I guess I'll tell him?"
My father simply nodded, returning his attention to the ceramic bowl in front of him.

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That night, I thought for many hours. I reminisced on the first time I met Kenma. How we both grabbed our parents pants, staying behind them.
I remembered the first time he hit a volleyball, and how it smacked into the net.
I thought about how happy he was after completing a game.
I remembered my reaction to his dyed hair.

You know what? Screw it. I loved Kenma. I always had. I loved his face, his hair, his figure, I wanted to protect him. Not letting anything bad ever come to him again. And you know what? He deserves to know.