𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 ~ 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗

It's a game for two.

Kenma's POV:

The following morning at school was pretty boring compared to all that had happened that weekend.

I went through my classes, wishing Kuroo was in them as usual. It really sucked being a year below him for that reason.

I was fairly certain I liked him at this point. My mom had made some pretty solid remarks when we'd talked about it.
We talked after I left his house Sunday. I told her about the party, which she was quite shocked about but also found hilarious, as did I.
Somehow we ended up getting onto the topic of me liking someone and she read me like a book.
It took her less than probably 20 seconds to figure out I liked him and when she did, she got really excited. I was embarrassed, but also incredibly thankful that she accepted me for it.
She said she'd had a feeling I liked him for a while but wanted me to bring it up on my own.

She told me my face formed this expression of jealousy when I mentioned him being with a new girl. My mom was right about that. I did get jealous when he'd bring a girl around, or when he'd try to introduce me to yet another one of his girlfriends.

Plus me liking him did explain that weird feeling I got when he did certain things. I guess it wasn't loathing or anger after all. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Kuroo was the first person I could confidently say I liked. But because that was the case, I didn't know what those feelings were. Instead I'd just assumed it was solely jealousy. I hadn't really seen it from the perspective of liking him before.

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Lunch finally rolled around, and I made my way to the normal spot Kuroo and I spent lunch when Lev and Yaku stopped me.

"Kenma!" Lev called out to me.

"Oh, hey."

"Hey, I was just wondering if you could tell Yaku that Kuroo did actually do Karaoke at the party."

Had Yaku not been there? Now that I thought about it, I guess he hadn't.

"Oh, yeah, and he did more than just sing too." I responded, smiling as I thought about that night yet again.

"See! I told you!!" Lev said, resulting in a punch to the arm and eye roll from Yaku. They started playfully fighting.

"Right, well I'll see you guys at practice." They didn't seem to notice as I left. Instead I continued making my way to the bench.

I knew that Kuroo didn't like me, but something still kept butterflies swirling around in my stomach when I thought about him.

I smiled at just the thought of him for what seemed like the 45th time that say.

Approaching the bench, I took my headphones out, and pushed my phone into my bags side pocket, before looking up.

My heart dropped. I stood paralyzed. In front of me were Kuroo and the girl from Friday. I'd completely forgotten about her, yet there she was, making out with him. She was practically sat in his lap, running her painted nails through his hair.

I felt a newfound feeling of anger that I'd never before experienced. Yet more than that, I felt an overbearing and crushing sadness.

I stared. They pulled apart, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes. Kuroo kissed her cheek, before glancing over in my direction. Tears had already began to fall. He must have noticed but I turned quickly and just ran. Not caring to look back at him, and certainly not caring enough to want to talk to him.

I ran down the flights of stairs to the first floor and pushed open the double doors. I didn't stop running until I made it to the gym.

Pulling out the cart of volleyballs, I took out one after the other, spiking each one harder than the last, slamming them into the wall. It didn't matter that my palm stung. Hot tears streamed down my face, my ears were hot, and my blood was boiling.

Why would he do that there? At our spot where only we ate. Was it on purpose? Was that his way of saying he didn't like me and wanted nothing to do with someone who was gay?

I kept hitting the volleyballs until the whole cart was empty. I screamed, collapsing onto the waxy floor.
I balled my fists, pounding them into the hard wood grains. Snot filled my nose, and airways, tears blocking my sight.
I ran my hands through my hair, unsticking it from my tear stained cheeks. I gasped for air as salty water made its way into my mouth over and over again. I rose to my knees.

Fine. If that's how he wanted to play, then let's play. It's a game for two.