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Kenma sits in his gaming chair answering emails about brand deals and upcoming game tournaments in his home office. It's a nice routine, he thinks. On the mornings he doesn’t have to go into the office he answers emails and plans out streams and videos which allow him to wake up at a reasonable time (although he makes sure that Kuroo wakes him up for only a moment before he leaves so he can kiss him goodbye before falling back asleep for hours). He likes how Kuroo leaves the breakfast he made for him on the counter with little sticky notes attached to the plates. They range from fun facts to Kuroo writing about how much he loves Kenma. The notes never fail to make Kenma smile as he tucks them away in one of his desk drawers.
On the mornings he does have to go to the office Kuroo wakes him with repeating kisses on his ticklish body making him squirm in protest before Kenma pulls Kuroo in for a proper good morning kiss. They eat breakfast together in sleepy silence before Kuroo drives the both of them to their respective offices. They take turns on who drives home and who buses (Kuroo always insists that Kenma can drive home, but after a bit of back and forth bickering Kenma got them to agree on taking turns.)
He always misses Kuroo during work. Sure they text during the day and sometimes meet up together for lunch but he longs for when the two of them can just exist in each other's presence. He likes the comfort of knowing Kuroo is only at arms reach (and the fact that he’s free to touch at any given time)
Kenma is about to hit send on the email he’s currently on when he gets a text from Kuroo.
Kuro
Kenma! My team invited us to drinks and food again. You wanna come after ur stream?
Kenma mulls it over. The stream he has planned tonight isn’t a long one and he does like Kuroo’s coworkers. (he likes any of Kuroo’s friends, they’re all kind people. Kenma knows Kuroo wouldn’t befriend anyone who wasn’t a good person.)
Kenma
Yeah i’ll come when im done
They text a bit more about what they plan to eat for lunch and how the weird fan emails Kenma had received earlier that day. Eventually the texts dwindle as they have to get back to work, but for Kenma the conversation was enough for him to power through the boring emails.
…
Kenma clicked end live and did a final check that he shut down all running programs. He stood up before doing a full-body stretch. At the beginning of his streaming career, Kuroo would constantly remind Kenma to stretch his body with kisses as an incentive. Now Kuroo rubs his shoulders and massages all the tension out from his hands.
He pickles up his phone to skim through the flood of messages from Kuroo.
Kuro
ur focused face is so cute <3
Kuro
kenmaaaaaa i miss you
Kuro
they have grilled mackerel at this place!
Kenma feels the corners of his mouth tilt up, he loves Kuroo so much he can’t believe he’s his. He dresses quickly, replacing his merch hoodie and sweats for a nice crewneck and baggy cargo pants. With a quick text to tell Kuroo he’s on his way, he leaves for the restaurant.
After about half an hour on the train (Kenma’s pretty sure a teenager recognized him, from the way they wouldn’t stop staring) Kenma sees the restaurant from afar but as he steps closer he sees a familiar face leaning against a pillar tapping on his phone, body visible with the dim streetlight. When he sees the fluff of Kuroo’s behead he breaks off into a jog towards his boyfriend. Kuroo isn’t wearing his suit jacket and his forearms are exposed with the sleeves of the white button-down rolled up. He looks effortlessly hot, Kenma thinks. Kuroo must’ve heard his footsteps because he lifts his eyes to meet his and makes that stupid breath- taking grin that never fails to make Kenma blush. They meet in the middle for a short hug before Kuroo is kissing Kenma.
“Kuro,” Kenma says, feeling a bit breathless.
“Hey baby,” Kuroo says, placing one last kiss in Kenma’s hair before wrapping an arm around his waist to guide him into the restaurant. Kuroo guides him into the private room he and his teammates are occupying.
“Guys! My boyfriend World Famous Kodzuken is here!” Kuroo says. Kenma thinks his smile could light up a village. It's a little embarrassing to have all the focus on him whenever Kuroo makes statements like that but Kenma knows Kuroo likes to show him off. Kuroo’s coworkers greet Kenma with good-hearted jeers about Kuroo’s inability to shut up about Kenma, a habit he’s had since the boys first met.
As they sit down Kuroo pushes a plate of food towards Kenma.
“I know you didn’t eat before you came here,” Kenma smiles, Kuroo’s kindness never fails to make Kenma fall in love just a little bit more everyday.
“How’d the rest of your stream go, Kitten? I only saw the first two hours.” Kuroo says as he picks up his own pair of chopsticks to nab at the pieces of food he knows Kenma won’t eat.
Kenma hums. “It went well. They wondered where you were though.” It’s true, for the past couple of years Kuroo has been butting in on his streams, sometimes just to drop off water and snacks other times to stay and play games with Kenma. Since he started working with the JVA he usually drops in straight after work to give Kenma a kiss and sometimes stays to play.
“Yeah? Careful Kenma, or else I’m going to take over your gaming channel.” Kuroo says as he scoots closer to Kenma, pressing their thighs together and slipping an arm around his waist under his sweater to rub his thumb back and forth against bare skin, propping his other arm up to rest his head on.
Kenma lets out a little giggle. Kuroo practically has already taken over his channel with the way his fans talk about him. They sit there for a little while longer, just talking and basking in each other's company before one of Kuroo’s coworkers comes to sit with the two of them. She’s nice, she had once told Kenma that her teenage nephew watched him and even owned one of his merch hoodies. They’re in the middle of talking about Bouncing Ball Corp when he feels his tiredness start to settle in.
Kuroo, like the attentive boyfriend he is, makes his rounds of goodbyes and leads Kenma out.
When Kenma is settled into the passenger seat he feels like he’s ready to doze off. It’s only 9 pm but the combined effort of talking to strangers and Kuroo’s friends have run his social battery fast. Right now he just wants to curl up with Kuroo under the sheets and fall asleep.
Kuroo must’ve noticed he was falling asleep because he takes one of his hands into his own to rub comforting circles into his palms.
When Kenma gains a sleepy consciousness again his body is being jostled. His face is pressed into the crook of Kuroo’s neck and legs wrapped weakly around Kuroo’s hips. He feels the shift of Kuroo’s large hand under the bottom of his thighs before pushing him up again. He hears the jiggling of keys and the muttering of curses before the creek of the door tells him that Kuroo finally got it open. Kenma’s probably conscious enough to walk on his own now, but he likes it when Kuroo coddles him enough to carry him inside. Kuroo has repeatedly teased him calling him a spoiled prince, but Kenma knows that Kuroo wouldn’t take care of him if he didn’t want to. (Kenma feels a sense of deja vu of all the times Kuroo spoon fed him chicken soup and left kisses on his forehead during each fever, making him feel warm and fuzzy)
After Kuroo carries him up the stairs and gently places him on the bed he whispers: “I know you’re awake, Kitten. Wanna go wash up?”
Kenma can’t help but break out into a smile at the absurdity that Kuroo still carried him up, even with the knowledge of him being awake.
“Don’t wanna get up,” he whined, tightening his arms around Kuroo’s neck as an attempt to pull him into bed.
“Come on baby, I’ll help you.” he opens his bleary eyes as Kuroo carries him to the bathroom to sit him down on the counter before turning to fill the bathtub. Kenma watches Kuroo as he gently peels the cargo pants off his legs, then he moves on to his socks, then his hoodie, and finally his underwear. When he’s done he watches as Kuroo hastily pulls his own clothes off, shamelessly admiring the sharp cut of hips and the dips of his abs. Kuroo then carries them to rinse off in the shower before placing Kenma in the tub. Kenma has to sit up for a minute before Kuroo settles in behind him acting as a solid wall for Kenma to lean back onto. After basking for a while the water turns lukewarm. Kuroo gently pats Kenma dry, leaving kisses on the bruises spotting on his legs. Kuroo’s done this since they were children, feeling guilty for dragging an easily bruisable Kenma into volleyball and being the indirect cause for his bruises (if Kuroo noticed a correlation between the kisses and Kenma being more willing to dive for the ball he doesn’t mention it). He still does it now, even when the only bruises Kenma gets these days is from banging his legs against his desk.
After Kuroo forces Kenma to stand up and brush his teeth the two are settled under soft linen, Kenma with his face in Kuroo’s solid chest and Kuroo reading, using his spare hand to play idly with Kenma’s hair. Kenma falls asleep to the gentle rhythm of his future husband’s heartbeat and the rustling of pages.
…
Kenma wakes up too early for his liking with the familiar weight of a heavy arm draped across his stomach and the dread of remembering that he still has business homework. He thought about just dropping out considering he already had his streaming career and Bouncing Ball is doing well considering it’s only been a few years but in the end he figured he already made it too far to quit so close to the end. Besides, Kuroo still helps him with his homework and exams, a constant factor since elementary school.
Kenma would usually lay in bed longer but the still sleeping Kuroo beside him makes him get up. Unless Kenma wants to wake up early to play a video game it’s usually a given that Kuroo will always wake up before him, during these rarities Kenma likes to make breakfast for the two of them.
Kenma is finishing shaping the last rice ball when he feels Kuroo’s hand snake around his middle pulling his back against his chest and placing sleepy kisses on Kenma’s jaw.
“Sleep well, Kuro?”
“Mhm.”
He gets another kiss on his neck before Kuroo’s hand shifts under his sleepshirt (it's really Kuroo’s shirt, a soft one with his university volleyball team name on it’s front) to press a hand over Kenma’s stomach. Kenma had asked him about his tendency to be drawn towards his stomach once to which Kuroo had replied it being a sense of comfort.
When rice balls had been eaten and leftovers placed in the fridge (Kuroo had given Kenma kisses as thanks) Kuroo asked: “date night tonight?” date night had been a tradition since before they had even started dating. They spent every Saturday night together, whether it meant going out or even staying in and doing homework together. Kenma remembers the video calls when Kuroo couldn't come back home from college for a weekend and Kenma was stuck in his final year of highschool. Of course they went on dates on other days of week often enough but Saturdays were always a designated day for quality time.
Kenma hums in agreement before pulling Kuroo towards the kotatsu to play video games together.
…
Kuroo asked earlier if he was okay going out on their date tonight. Kenma wasn’t feeling overly anxious at the moment so he agreed, although Kuroo didn’t tell him where exactly they were going. Kuroo had told him that dressing casual was okay so when the older was brushing his teeth Kenma pulled on some black shorts and a graphic tee he most definitely stole from Kuroo in highschool. This spring has been warm out and it's only 4 pm so he doesn’t think he’ll get cold. He sits on their bed as scrolls through Twitter, replying and interacting with some of his fans' tweets. When Kuroo exits the bathroom wearing only bright red shorts, he passes Kenma on the bed, one hand lingering for a second on his head. Kenma watches his naked broad back as he leans down to shuffle through drawers before (mournfully) pulling on a simple white tee shirt. Kenma watches Kuroo pace around the room as he slips Kenma’s switch into a tote bag and pulling Kenma towards the door.
…
After driving for a while they pull up to an arcade. Kenma can’t help but break into a smile.
“Just like old times, yeah?”
…
Kenma is playing a single player-game in rapid concentration, Kuroo wrapped behind him with his chin resting on his shoulder. He had complained that he was two big for the two of them to stand side by side at the tiny gaming stalls so they just had to stand like this. It’s nice like this, Kenma is reminded of two little boys, one tapping away getting combo after combo while the other watches in amazement. Kenma had told Kuroo once at the beginning of his streaming career that it was almost natural to have people watch his every move, as Kuroo had been doing it for years.
The sound of victory music plays before the sound of tickets slotted out. Kenma stuffed them in his pocket before turning to Kuroo. “Come on, let’s play duo games.”
The two made their rounds across the whole arcade. Kenma felt so giddy the entire time. Sure he played video games everyday for both entertainment and a living but watching Kuroo promise to win him a plushie from the claw machine only to fail miserably never failed to make him laugh.
“Kenmaaaaaa, I really wanted to win that for you,” Kuroo says, apologetically.
“Kuro,” Kenma says, sounding exasperated but smiling nevertheless, “you know you could just buy it online.”
“But it's not the same, '' he says with a pout. Kenma rolls his eyes, his boyfriend is such a romantic sometimes. “Ugh fine,” he says with a huff. “Move over.”
He can sense the grin on Kuroo’s face without having to even look at him. He examines the calico plushie Kuroo had managed to shift a tiny bit before missing entirely. Hmm. factor in the angle, the grip of the claw, the timing annnddd—
“Kenma you got it!” Kenma feels arms hug him from behind before he feels a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Kenma picks up the plushie from where it fell into the ditch, examining it’s big eyes.
“Now we have another to add to our collection,” Kenma says, the collection being a single black cat plushie that Kuroo had won and given to Kenma when the two went to a festival a few years back. The plushie sits at the head of their bed, usually being held by Kenma when he feels the need to hug something and Kuroo is away.
Kenma is about to turn to Kuroo to tell him that soon their bed will have no space to sleep in when a teenager approaches them.
They look nervous and can’t meet their eyes, Kenma notices, as they fidget with their sweater paws.
“Uh, excuse me. Are you Kodzuken?”
Kenma has had enough of these fan interactions that he knows exactly how to handle them without getting too overwhelmed. He remembers his very first fan interaction while he was on University campus, where another student had approached him abruptly causing an embarrassing scene of Kenma spilling the coffee he was going to give to Kuroo.
“Yes I am, would you like a picture?” suggest Kenma. The kid’s face practically lit up, hands balled up in excitement. Kenma is starkly reminded of Shoyo.
”Yes please!”
Kuroo takes pictures of the two of them and eventually they even ask to take a selfie with the three of them. Kenma listens to the kid’s rambling about his playthrough on the Final Fantasy series as he holds the fat plushie in his arms, Kuroo standing next to him with an arm draped lazily over his shoulders.
Eventually, the kid leaves and Kuroo and Kenma are left only together. They decide to play a two-player game of pac man for old times sake, pressed together side by side in a secluded corner of the arcade.
(Kenma remembers being young teens busing to the outskirts of Tokyo using fistfuls of loose change in exchange for tokens. He remembers leaning over the control panels to watch the pixels more closely. He remembers a babied-faced Kuroo, telling him how cool he was, he remembers his cheeks flushing at his words. Maybe some things haven't changed.)
Kenma ends up being the victor, even with the extremely close tie. (Kuroo didn’t play almost two decades of videogames for nothing)
As Kenma turns to brag about his win to Kuroo his breath gets caught in his throat. His side profile is illuminated by neon lights, his hair effortlessly messy but undeniable soft. Kuroo looks so breathtakingly handsome, Kenma thinks.
“You’re so handsome, Kuro.” Kenma says bluntly. He tries not to hold back on his inner affections, he already had a decade of silent pining to make up for the fact.
Kenma watches as Kuroo turns to Kenma with wide eyes and sputters for a while before Kenma decides to take mercy by leaning up on his tippy toes to plant a kiss on the corner of Kuroo’s mouth. Before he can lean down too far to get away, Kuroo pulls him in for a proper kiss. Kenma can’t help but smile into the kiss as he wraps his arms around Kuroo’s neck. He feels like a dumb teenager having his first kiss rather than a twenty-three-yearold with a streaming career.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Kitten.” Kuroo says as they part for breath.
…
It’s a warm Sunday and Kuroo and Kenma are at the doorstep of the Kozume residence with Kenma searching his backpack for his keys. If this were during highschool Kuroo would roll his eyes and nag Kenma about keeping his backpack more organized before pulling out his own set of keys. Kenma knows Kuroo didn’t bring his own set this time so he’s left digging through his bag until his fingers find cool metal.
They toe their shoes off before they hear steps approach the two of them.
“Kenma, Tetsurou darling! How are my two boys?” Kozume-san asked, using one hand to pull Kenma’s head down to kiss him on his forehead. Kenma watched in amusement as his mother ushered Kuroo to bend down further to plant a kiss on his forehead.
“Hey Auntie, we’ve been okay. How about you and Uncle?” Kuroo says once again at full height. Kozume-san chattered on the way to the kitchen, telling them her husband was grocery shopping as she made snacks and cut up fruit for the two of them.
“Kenma dear, when are you going to restock your new hoodies?” she says, back towards him shuffling through the fridge. “I tried ordering one but they were all sold out so fast!”
Kenma rolls his eyes. “I can just give you one, mom.” His parents had always been his second-biggest supporters next to Kuroo. He sees it in the way they have his streams playing on a laptop in the kitchen as background noise, he sees it in the way they insist on buying his merch and wearing it at any given chance (Kenma smiles when remembers his mother telling him about the teenagers that compliment her taste whenever she wears his hoodies in public). Kenma hears Kuroo’s hyena laugh next to him where he’s been eating the fruit placed in front of him (“like a good boy Kenma! Be like Tetsurou!”) before he says: “Auntie, his merch always sells out,” he says mid-bite of a strawberry, “when they first released his site crashed!”
Kenma listened to the two of them talk about his streams with a smile on his face. It's such a reminder of all the times after practice and games the two had with Kuroo chatting to his mom about all the great sets Kenma had made that day. Kenma’s dad finally comes home from his shopping trip where he greets the boys by ruffling their hair (a habit Kuroo picked up, from the way he can’t stop messing up Kenma’s hair). Kenma smiles to himself, happy with the way Kuroo has been a part of his family for as long as he can remember.
Kenma gladly tells his parents about Kuroo’s new promotion and watches his mom coo over his success. He watches as his mom squeezes him so tight in a hug he wonders if his boyfriend can breathe. He remembers her doing it when Kuroo was announced captain, when he got into his dream university, and when he was first accepted into JVA; Kenma’s mother had always congratulated him with a hug.
Eventually, Kenma manages to pry from his parents’ grasp to go up to his childhood bedroom. Kuroo is still downstairs helping his parents with household fixes which Kenma politely piled his on Kuroo to do. He stands in his bedroom dumbing his fingertips at his desk. It's crazy to think that he started streaming with only Kuroo’s dad's camcorder. On his wall, Kenma has a few pictures still tacked up that he left. One is a picture of the Nekoma team taken at the last game Kenma had with Kuroo as a teammate. Kuroo and Kenma are off to the edge of the photo. In the picture Kuroo had told him to jump on his back, holding one hand under his thigh and the other waving excitedly at the camera. Kenma remembers with a smile how Tora had teased him about the expression on his face and in turn the satisfying expression of Tora when Kenma punched him in the gut. He hears Kuroo walk up by the groaning of the stairs before entering Kenma’s room. Walking closer to see what Kenma was looking at, Kenma can feel the heat from Kuroo’s body against his back.
“We’ve changed so much, eh?”
Kenma thinks about how Kuroo’s hair has gone softer from adjusting from sleeping alone to sleeping with Kenma, how he’s grown taller and how he leads group conversations effortlessly. Kenma thinks of himself too, how his hair has grown longer, blonde faded to gold, how he talks to thousands of strangers at a time, and how he smiles more freely now. Kenma thinks of how strawberries go from pretty flowers to beautiful vibrant fruits, he thinks of how pokemon evolve from cute babies to strong characters.
“Yeah, we have.”
…
Kenma taps away at his mouse. He’s been trying to clear a level for the past thirty minutes now and is starting to feel restless. He takes a quick glance at his twitch chat. They're all cheering him on but his frustration is still starting to get the better of him. He watches his character die for what seems like the hundredth time before hitting pause on the game.
“Hey guys, let's take a short break. How does a small Q&A sound?” he says, reclining back in his gaming chair.
His chat seems to agree so he turns the settings to a slow chat, only allowing subscribers to ask questions so he can actually read them.
He skims through a few of them before one catches his eye.
“Kodzulover asked ‘how’s Kuro doing?’” Kenma gives that small smile that only emerges when his boyfriend is mentioned.
“Kuro is—” Kenma stops mid-sentence before he hears the sound of the front door open and close. “One sec guys,” he says hastily before tugging off his headset and running down the stairs.
Kenma sees Kuroo just removing his shoes before Kenma launches himself at him, his weight causing Kuroo to stumble before Kuroo is hugging back tightly, swinging the younger around.
“Miss me, Kitten?” Kuroo says, his voice muffled from where he’s pressed his lips against Kenma’s hair.
Kenma only hums before pulling away long enough to kiss Kuroo. When they part he only says: “I left dinner for you in the fridge. Wanna stream with me?” He tries to give his best puppy dog eyes. Kuroo hasn’t joined a stream in over a week now due to a big work project, however, he finished yesterday so Kenma hopes he isn’t feeling too tired.
Kuroo grins. “your fanbase miss me that much?” Kenma gently shoves him away.
“Go get your food.”
…
Kenma sits at his gaming chair once again reading the chat, the only difference is Kuroo next to him with a plate of food.
“Hmm someone asked who we think is going to win at the next Schweiden Alders vs. MSBY Black Jackals game,” says Kenma, pointedly ignoring all the comments his fans are making about how hot Kuroo is. He doesn't need to feed into Kuroo’s huge ego anymore, he can already see his boyfriend’s smirk in his peripheral vision.
Kenma hums, both teams have valuable players and are pretty equal in strength. “We can’t know for sure but I’m rooting for MSBY.” He remembers the afternoons spent with Kuroo sitting on the bleachers watching Shoyo and his team practice. He thinks of the determination of his friends and the sobs of Shoyo when he told him he’d be his sponsor.
“Yes,” Kuroo says, halfway done with his plate, Kenma notices. ”Little Shorty is definitely wanting to win too.”
The two launch into a discussion about the players’ strengths and weaknesses, the interest in analyzing team players still a habit since highschool. Kenma’s fanbase was so shocked in the beginning that Kenma used to play volleyball because of his hatred for moving around and being active in general. It wasn’t until Kuroo had posted highlights of Kenma from their games that his fans started making fancams of his sets and receives. Kenma ends up quitting his previous game and loading a new first-person shooting game. It’s a given that with this type of game he and Kuroo will play with random people and lightheartedly troll them. It started with Kenma and Kuroo tag team killing all players while pretending to be eleven one stream, and managed to gain views which turned into a multi part series. Kenma watches the series laying in bed whenever he misses Kuroo, not that he’ll ever admit it to him.
...
“Kenma baby, do we really need that?” Kuroo says, leaning against the bar of the shopping cart. Although he sounds exasperated his eyes are incredibly fond looking at Kenma holding the newest (and most expensive) coffee machine maker.
Kenma doesn't reply. He doesn't need to if the firm lines of lips can convey what he’s trying to say to Kuroo.
“Ken, you don’t even drink coffee.” Kuroo tries again.
“But you do, Kuro.” huffs Kenma. It's true, Kenma is more partial to energy drinks and tea but he knows Kuroo likes to drink coffee before leaving for work. Their current machine is in the grey zone of being broken while also not being broken enough to fix it, so if Kuroo wants coffee he has to hold the machine steady if he doesn’t want to clean up a mess before leaving. Kenma also knows that Kuroo is willing to continue like that if he has his way. However, Kenma wants Kuroo’s life to be at least a tiny bit easier, and if getting a new coffee machine helps that, he’d gladly buy ten more coffee machines.
He hears Kuroo sigh. “The machine isn’t that broken, love,” he says as if reading Kenma’s mind. Kenma whines before moving to try to get the box over the side of the shopping cart, he’s not sure if his arms can handle holding it any longer. Kuroo seems to understand Kenma’s lack of upper body strength and takes the box from him, carefully placing it in the cart. He gives one of those long dramatic sighs. “Fine. But you better not get me a birthday gift, Kitty.”
Kenma waits until after he swipes his credit card to pay and Kuroo lugs the heavy box in the back of their trunk to place a kiss on Kuroo’s jaw and turn to walk to the car door. “Too late. I already bought your birthday gift.”
He hears Kuroo’s squawk of incredulousness from the passenger's seat before he bursts into laughter.
When Kuroo settles into the driver's seat he uses one big hand to pull Kenma into a proper kiss, hand stroking the side of his jaw. Kenma can’t help but smile into the kiss, Kuroo’s kisses are always filled with such love and tenderness Kenma swears one day he’s going to melt. When Kuroo pulls away he tugs one of the loose stands from Kenma’s bun before speaking.
“You’re such a brat, Kenma.” he sounds so fond, still tugging at blonde tips. Kenma leans close to place one last kiss on Kuroo’s lips.
“Your brat.”
....
Kuroo can’t walk straight it seems, with the way he’s stumbling and has to have an arm wrapped around Kenma to steady himself. Kenma himself isn’t sober, just on the edge of being comfortably tipsy, but he’s still the soberer between the two as he leads them home. They had been celebrating an MSBY Black Jackals win at one of the downtown Tokyo bars not far from Kenma’s and Kuroo’s house. Kenma and Kuroo sat with Bokuto and Akaashi just talking and playing drinking games. Kenma had stopped after only a few shots, his nose wrinkling in disgust after each one. The rest of the three continued playing their game which led to Kenma dragging a drunk Kuroo home. Kuroo should’ve known he wouldn't be able to keep up with either of them. Bokuto, a professional athlete (a heavy one at that as well) could drink tons before having any effect on him and Akaashi, was Akaashi. He probably drinks like that weekly , Kenma thinks with how often he hears him complain about his job.
Kenma huffed. Kuroo was leaning more weight on Kenma’s body and god was he heavy.
“Kyannnma.” Kuroo says, right next to Kenma ear. He sounds breathless.
“Yes, Kuro?” he huffs, still trying to get Kuroo to walk straight. He feels Kuroo's nose bump against his neck. He almost recoils away from the cold but the chill dissipates when he rubs it more firmly in a back and forth motion. They're only a block away now, but Kenma doesn’t wanna think about how he’s going to get Kuroo up the stairs. He’s about to ask Kuroo how he feels when Kuroo bites at the sensitive skin on his neck.
“Ah! Kuro!” he chastises lightly. Kenma can feel the heat flushing to his face in embarrassment. He hears Kuroo’s low chuckle before he speaks.
“I can’t believe you're real,” Kuroo says in awe. Kenma feels his eyes go wide at that. He stops walking to turn to Kuroo, whose eyes are half-lidded and smiling, looking down at Kenma.
“What do you mean real,” Kenma mummers, reaching up to cup Kuroo’s cheek, “of course I’m real.”
He hears Kuroo hum before leaning down to brush their lips together. “You’re just so beautiful,” he closes the gap for a second before pulling away, “ethereal,” another kiss, “so fucking pretty, Kenma.”
God. Kenma feels the tips of his ears burning at the praises before he uses his hand still around Kuroo’s waist to pull them towards their house. Marry me, he thinks. He wants to say it but the words get caught in his throat.
“I love you too, Kuro. Let’s go home,” he says instead.
Thankfully for Kenma Kuroo managed to sober up to walk up the stairs himself. They quickly shower together (“ you wanted to see me naked that badly? Ow! Ow! Kenma I was joking! ”) with Kuroo washing Kenma’s hair and Kenma being way too short to wash Kuroo’s hair. When the two are under the sheets again this time both on their sides with Kuroo wrapping himself around Kenma’s back Kuroo says into the dark: “Kenma, are you happy?”
Kenma knows this question by heart, Kuroo at heart is still the kind boy who likes reassurance, likes the knowledge that if Kenma were at any chance unhappy he would be able to say so. Kenma thinks about how much he loves Kuroo. He thinks about how Kuroo sometimes calls them husbands because he says he thinks boyfriends sounds too trivial, he thinks about how Kuroo pulls them in to dance whenever he hears old-timey music, he thinks about how Kuroo can’t keep his hands out of blonde hair, and he thinks about Kuroo’s obsession with cats just because they remind him of Kenma. Kenma turns to face Kuroo in the pitch-black room, Kuroo’s arm automatically adjusting to pull Kenma closer.
“Yeah, I am happy Kuro.” He kisses where he thinks his mouth would be but instead kisses Kuroo’s cheek. “Are you?” He feels Kuroo shift his head into the crook of Kenma’s neck, placing small kisses there.
“So happy as long as I’m with you.”