Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 23

"Aaah, that was pretty good!" Oikawa said, stretching his arms above his head as they exited the theater.

"I would have rather watched the red panda documentary," Kenma said, looking down at his phone as he flipped it out of silent mode, "but that was alright."

Oikawa leered down at Kenma, "A documentary? In a huge theater? Why?"

Kenma looked up at him, blinking once over large gold eyes. His voice was so unchanging it came out innocent, "Why wouldn't you want to see red pandas on a big screen?"

Kuroo grinned, teeth flashing white in the limited light. Iwaizumi noticed Kuroo was quieter when Kenma was around. It didn't seem like he was holding anything back, but rather he was suddenly more interested in observing Kenma than speaking himself. As they walked Kuroo's eyes shifted down, as Kenma was the small pillar among them. Iwaizumi could tell Kuroo loved him just by the way he looked at him, just by the way he watched him as if he didn't want a single one of Kenma's motions to escape his notice.

In love with his childhood best friend since childhood, huh. Had Kuroo looked at Kenma like that for over a decade? Iwaizumi felt himself smiling a little. Cute.

He could hear Oikawa saying "romantic, Iwa-chan" in his head. He had to make a concentrated effort not to tell him to shut up out loud.

"So," Oikawa said, shouldering against Iwaizumi and forcing him to break away from his idle thoughts, "What did you think?"

"It wasn't bad," he sighed, knocking against Oikawa's arm with every step and not hating it.

"You're just being difficult!" Oikawa accused. "I saw you holding your breath there at the end."

Iwaizumi looked away, "It wasn't bad," he repeated.

"I mean I would have rather seen the blockbuster action movie they were showing, but maybe I'm an oddity here," Kuroo said, flicking his wrist.

Iwaizumi cast him a quick glance, "So it's not just me? That's good to know."

Kuroo balled his hand into a fist, eyes glittering with determination, "Iwaizumi. Next time let's ditch these losers and go see a real movie ourselves."

Iwaizum's eyes darted to the side. He answered without hesitation, "It's a date."

Oikawa's mouth fell open, aghast with betrayal.

"Just bring me back Raisinetes," Kenma said, chin down as he tapped out a response to a text message.

"Ah, our station is this way," Kuroo said, pointing in the other direction as Iwaizumi and Oikawa automatically fell into step to walk toward his car.

"Oh of course," Oikawa said, lightly smacking his own head and causing his hair to flutter under the touch. They all came to a stop. "Guys! We should all go see Alien Predators 5 when it comes out!" Oikawa was chirping and rocking up on his toes like he was attempting to keep himself from bouncing in place. Kuroo was standing behind Kenma, and he leaned forward and rested his chin on the top of Kenma's head. Kenma didn't even blink as he scrolled through something on his phone.

"Oh!" Oikawa added as if he had forgotten and turned to face Iwaizumi, "And we should invite Manager-kun and Refreshing-kun. And oh oh! And the short one and his Majestic Bun Boyfriend."

Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut because he didn't even know how to respond to these nicknames anymore.

Oikawa turned back to Kuroo, who was watching from his perch atop Kenma's head with exceptional amusement. "They're all gay," Oikawa informed him with big bright eyes, like gays were exceptionally difficult to find in the wild.