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“Kenma!”
The blond flinched at the sudden intrusion. His bedroom door opened with a literal bang and Kuroo stood right there with his usual self-satisfied grin. Kenma’s scowl turned into a questioning stare at the other’s attire, still wearing the same clothes he wore when he sent Kenma a picture of himself inside the train almost half an hour ago. He even still had his backpack slung over his right shoulder.
Kuroo took long, quick strides towards Kenma, and before the latter could get away he was already engulfed in a tight hug. His scowl returned as he heard the faint sound of a game over from his abandoned PSP. Yes, he missed Kuroo, but his game was still number one and didn’t seem like it was going to change at any moment. Not even when the raven hugging him now lived a several stops away further than Nekoma.
It was the first time Kuroo came home after he went away for college. Nearly a week ago, Kenma got a lapful of dramatically crying Kuroo lamenting the fact that they were going to be separated and could not see each other on daily basis. He said it would be a pain not to come home to Kenma (his words, not Kenma’s) after the whole holiday spent together in either of their house. Now that the said teen was finally coming home, Kenma wondered if the dramatics were really necessary. He seemed perfectly fine and glowing with the happiness from the new experience of being a freshman. But it was Kuroo, his knack for being overacting was not so surprising for him any longer.
“God, I missed you so much!” the taller didn’t even let go of his backpack yet.
Kenma fisted the other’s jacket and give a slight push. Kuroo backed away a little. “I can’t breathe,” Kenma grumbled. “Besides, we saw each other almost every day too.”
Almost, since the raven insisted that he would try to videocall the Nekoma student everyday. However they both were busy with their own schedules, and Kuroo only got the chance to do so for the three out of five days while he was away.
“Kenmaaa!” the raven clutched his chest as the now third year of Nekoma rolled his eyes. “It’s not the same!”
“Didn’t say it was.”
“Why are you so mean.”
“You’re just being dramatic. I wonder if Lev has rubbed on you before you left for college.” The smirk at the corner of Kenma’s lips was small, but it was not unnoticed by Kuroo’s eyes.
“Oh?” The taller smirked back at him, “And I wonder if Yaku has rubbed on you, too.”
Kenma shrugged. “Who knows.”
Their bickering was soon forgotten as Kuroo jumped on Kenma’s bed, launching on a lively storytelling session of his first few days in college. How he and Bokuto finally could play together in a team, how the upperclassmen in the club treated them, how Bokuto’s title as the best ace didn’t guarantee him to be instantly in the starter line up, and how Bokuto complained to Akaashi after that, much to Kenma’s amusement.
“Oh! And we’re roommates! You should watch Bo’s reaction when I entered the dorm room, and he was politely introducing himself only for me to say hey, it’s me. It was hilarious!”
Kenma gave his companion a brief glance, before going back to his game. He wondered how the hell those two chaotic boys lived together. He should asked Akaashi if there was any interesting (read: embarrassing) thing happened that he didn’t know of. Bokuto was more prone to tell Akaashi everything, while Kuroo opted not to tell any possibly cringeworthy things.
Kuroo, sensing the unspoken question (more like mockery, if he was being honest) in Kenma’s glinting eyes, frowned. “What? You doubted our ability to survive, aren’t you?”
“More like your ability to live in the first place.”
“I am humbled you have so much faith on us, Kenma.” Kuroo said sarcastically.
The blond snorted. “Knowing you two, I’m not really sure everything’s going to be perfectly fine.”
Kuroo ignored the remark and continued talking about anything and everything. From the food in the cafeteria to the magnificent gymnasium, from the lectures he got to the upcoming assignment their professor promised for the following week’s meeting. Kenma gave quiet hums here and there, nodding once in a while, or not responding at all—it didn’t really matter for Kuroo at the moment.
By the time Kenma cleared four stages of his game, Kuroo was still animatedly rambled about his new life—this time about Daishou who, according to Kuroo, unfortunately was in the same college as him and shared one of his classes. Kenma shifted in his position so that his back was slightly pressed to Kuroo’s side. Kuroo just automatically wrapped his arm around the smaller without stopping.
Kenma huffed. He didn’t want to admit that he pouted but that was what exactly he was doing at the moment. He couldn’t believe Kuroo said he missed Kenma, and Kenma really didn’t want to sound petulant but he also missed Kuroo. Yet the said college freshman just.. being there and storytelling instead of showing him that he did miss Kenma in the first place.
Now he just sounded needy but who cares. He didn’t have to pretend around the other teen and the older always prefer him that way.
So it came to his decision to do something drastically brave (and confident) for him to turn in Kuroo’s embrace and grasp the other’s face with both of his hand. And kissed him right then and there. Not the usual shy peck he gave Kuroo once in a while, but a hard, lasted-for-a-few-second kind of kiss that instantly had Kuroo’s rambling stopped.
“Wha-Kenma!” Kuroo gasped when the blond finally released him, shock painted his slowly reddening face. “What was that for??!” he whisper shouted the next words.
And Kenma, as if only now realizing what he did earlier, frowned, trying to stay angry to the other but the heat he felt on his entire face telling him he was blushing madly. He huffed indignantly before turned away from the older still blinking in disbelief.
During all the time counted as them being an actual couple, only few times Kenma initiated intimate gestures and that was just a shy hug or light peck on the cheeks or lips, not the kind of kiss that just stole his breath away in a blink. Of course it rendered him at a loss of words, and he just stared at the red spreading to Kenma’s ear and exposed neck. That reminded him of his own burning face because Kenma just kissed him without any preamble.
Groaning, Kuroo buried his face on the smaller teen’s back, his heartbeat coming up a notch from the shock and a sudden assault of feeling. He felt oddly overwhelmed and Kenma was at fault here.
“You can’t just kiss me like that, kitten,” he rasp against the plane of Kenma’s shoulder blade.
“Sorry you didn’t tell me I can’t,” Kenma said, didn’t sound sorry at all and Kuroo just huffed out a laugh at that.
Kenma reached for his forgotten PSP dangling precariously at the edge of his bed but Kuroo’s hand got ahold of it first and put it further out of his reach. The blond huffed, turning his head to give Kuroo a glare.
“What was that for?” Kuroo asked, more gently now.
Kenma turned his head away, refused to look at the older’s face as he mumbled under his breath. “Youwon’tshutup.”
“Huh? I can’t hear you, Kenma.”
There was a slight tease in Kuroo’s voice and Kenma knew Kuroo heard him fine the first time around but he was just being an ass and teased him. His frown deepened and he lightly kicked the raven on his shin.
“Shut up.”
Kuroo laughed out loud then, pulling the smaller’s body closer and kissed his nape. “I miss you too, kitten.”
To Kenma’s chagrin, his face erupt in another bout of blushing, knowing Kuroo knew what that was about. Yet he didn’t want to drop it yet. He knew he was being childish but he supposed he was allowed to do that once in a while. Besides, it was Kuroo, if anything he would be delighted to see Kenma behaved like that.
“You’re the worst.”
“What? I asked you what was that for,” turned out it was not only Kenma who decided to keep at it.
“Just shut up, Kuro.” Kenma answered with a huff yet again.
Kuroo raised his brows playfully. “Ah, where was I again? Oh, right, so Daishou and I─”
The raven laughed when Kenma turned in his arms and reached up to kiss him again. He returned the kiss now, with a grin that had the blond wanting to kick him again.
“You can continue your story later.”
The older chuckled, “Sure thing, kitten, you just have to tell me. Although I won’t refuse if you kiss me like that again.”
“You haven’t even gone to your home yet,” Kenma chose to not address Kuroo’s obvious teasing.
“I am home.” Kuroo said with such an innocent look yet Kenma knew it was just that. A mere look. Because Kuroo wasn’t innocent at all.
Yet, Kenma still found himself blushing with the simple words. “You are the worst.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“But you love me either way,” Kuroo gave the blond his usual smirk that met with Kenma’s expressionless stare.
“Sadly, yes,” Kenma mumbled, before burying himself deeper in the other’s embrace.
“Kenma!”
“Shut up.”