Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 38

Oikawa arrived at Kuroo and Kenma's without Iwa-chan, despite his bitterness. That was okay though, he kind of wanted to talk to Kuroo and Kenma about something, anyway.

"Where's your man?" Were Kuroo's first words when he opened the door.

Oikawa frowned, "You don't even care about me anymore, I see."

"I'm glad you got that all figured out."

Oikawa pushed past him and into the living room.

"Hello Tooru," Kenma greeted calmly.

"How's Kenma today?" Oikawa asked, lowering himself onto the couch next to him.

"Fine," Kenma answered. "Where's--"

"He had to run by the office, but he'll be here shortly."

"Ah, that's good."

Something at the corner of Oikawa's vision caught his attention, and he shifted his gaze as Kuroo joined them on the couch. "What is Link playing with?" Oikawa asked, watching the orange cat pounce and bat at an object Oikawa couldn't quite make out.

Kenma tilted his head as Oikawa leaned forward. He picked it up, Link's white paw tapping at his hand in the process. "A hair tie?" Oikawa asked, holding up the piece of elastic. "Why..."

Kuroo held out his palm and Oikawa dropped it there.

"I kind of wanted to talk to you guys about something," Oikawa said, shifting anxiously on the couch. They both turned their gold eyes to his face, anchoring them there. Did they realize how unnerving that was? "God, stop making me nervous!" Oikawa almost barked, flinching under their gazes.

Kuroo smirked and started messing with Kenma's hair, moving his eyes down to the locks he was separating out with his fingers.

Kenma's eyes didn't move. Oikawa never expected them to. "What is it, Tooru?"

"Ah, well... it's about Iwa-chan..."

Kenma blinked at him. Kuroo was threading Kenma's hair into a braid.

"Kuroo, what are you--"

"Don't change the subject," Kenma directed him, unfazed by Kuroo's sloppy braiding technique.

"Well, I um, you see..." Oikawa's eyes slid off to the side and onto a wall. "You know what actually never mind, it's not even--"

"Tooru," Kenma interrupted. His eyes were flat, and they definitely weren't taking any bullshit. Kuroo was grinning.

Oikawa's mouth twisted into a nervous smile. He wringed his hands in his lap, heart suddenly fluttering, "I might... kind of... love? Him?"

Kuroo lifted his gaze, and they both stared at him. Then Kenma turned to Kuroo, "Look Kuroo, it even took him less than a decade to figure it out."

If Oikawa was a less refined man he would have snorted.

Kuroo blinked in surprise, but his lips were already falling into that pleased expression he gets whenever Kenma catches him off guard, "Kenma, is it bad that I get a little turned on when you're mean to me?"

Kenma made a face.

"Kuroo, you are such a nasty old man," Oikawa commented.

Kuroo blinked over at him, then turned back to Kenma with a nod, "He's right Kenma. I am too nasty for society. Punish me."

Kenma looked at him like he had just shoved dirt in his mouth, or maybe like someone had just told him the next Smash Brothers would be a PC exclusive.

"Kenma, why him?"

Kenma shook the look off his face and returned his eyes to Oikawa, "Bad decision making, probably."

"I'm gonna cry," Kuroo pouted.

Kenma leaned his head against Kuroo's shoulder and Kuroo's face moved into a non-lecherous smile.

"That aside," Kenma said, looking back to Oikawa, "you're talking about Iwaizumi Hajime, right? The Iwaizumi Hajime that you had insisted months ago you weren't interested in?" Kenma paused just long enough to allow Oikawa's blush to burn until it actually began steaming "That you're currently in love with."

Oikawa glared at him.

Kenma nodded, "Just checking."

"I just love it when Kenma's cruel," Kuroo mused to himself, returning his eyes to Kenma's hair to wrap the tie around the end of Kenma's braid. Then he frowned and undid it. 

"Yes well," Oikawa said, sticking out his lower lip, "I was mislead."

"So," Kenma said, "Why are you telling us? What do you want us to say?"

"I don't know," Oikawa trilled. "I just needed to tell someone."

"I think custom dictates when you figure this type of thing out you tell him," Kuroo responded.

"Like you can talk," Kenma and Oikawa responded in unison.

Kuroo touched his hand to his heart.

"You should tell him," Kenma said, ignoring Kuroo's sulking behind him.

"I'm nervous," Oikawa said. "What if--"

"Don't even finish that sentence," Kuroo interrupted.

"It's worth finishing."

"I think he will return your feelings, Tooru," Kenma said calmly. "You should tell him."

Oikawa glanced off to the side, "Don't wanna."

Kenma shrugged his shoulders, "Then there's nothing I have left to say about it."

Oikawa frowned down at him.

"Except I'm happy for you," Kenma finished, not looking at him.

Oikawa bit his lip, "Thank you."

He was happy for him, too.