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Kuro opened the restroom’s door which was marked with a blue circle and a male figure inside of it, indicating that was the men's restrooms.
Inside, he grabbed Bokuto by both of his shoulders and shakes him subtly, his face seemed paler than usual “This is a complete wreckage!” Kuro exclaimed and shook Bokuto even more. “Whoa, what? What is? Why?” Bokuto bombarded his friend with questions, he wouldn't have stopped if it wasn't for Kuro’s grunt, and he couldn't quite identify if it was an angry or an annoyed one but he still went with it. “Kenma!” Kuro screamed at him, brows furrowed inwards, he made his nose scrunch a little bit to make his disappointment at Bokuto noticeable. “What am supposed to do with that?!” Bokuto said to defend himself, shielding his face in a childish manner and backing his body away from Kuro’s reach. He had learned an angry Kuro could be dangerous in the least pleasant way. “Nothing!” Kuro screamed, frustrated “If you had told me he was here I would have thought about what to say before actually saying it!” He recalled.
“But I didn't even knew you were going to be here in first place,” Bokuto said with confusion in his eyes “Look, chill!” The shorter teen told the other one slightly shrugging his shoulders “You got this, just go out there” He made a motion with his hands, signaling the wooden door from which they had entered before “And have a decent conversation,” He continued speaking.
Kuro slapped both of his cheeks and shaked his head subtly. “Okay, if I mess up, you back me up,” He stated and pointed an accusing finger at his slightly shorter friend “Will do!” Bokuto chirped back with excitement and raised an encouraging fist joyfully.
They went out of the bathroom at the same time and headed to the table, where Akaashi and Kenma were waiting for them.
“We’re back,” Kuro said, holding up a peace sign. “What took you so long?” Akaashi asked blatantly, barely looking away from the window. “Nothing!” Bokuto exclaimed and took a sit quickly before Kuro joined besides him.
“Akaashi I heard they’ve got a buffet,” Bokuto said while taking a hold of Akaashi’s hand which was conveniently resting on top of the table, he saw the chance and didn't hesitate to take it. Akaashi blushed a light shade of red instantly reacting to his boyfriend’s sudden display of affection. “Can we go?” Bokuto pleaded, now both of his hands were cupping Akaashi’s and his eyes were brightly sparkling and awaiting for a response. “Okay, I’m still hungry” The black haired male responded with a subtle smile before adding “Kuro, you better be nice,”
When they both were far from the table and Kenma couldn't see them anymore, Bokuto gave a quick thumbs up towards Kuro’s direction muttering “Good luck.”
And now, Kuro was definitely fucked, he couldn't believe he was still nervous to talk to him, but if he was going to do a move on him it would better be quick because the odds of Kenma leaving were high up if Kuro continued to be like this.
“So, Kenma, was it?” Kuro asked, trying to be gentle and not getting his name wrong at least “Kenma, yes,” The golden haired boy replied, intertwining his hands and fidgeting with both of his thumbs awkwardly while looking away towards the window, in particular. Kuro looked in that direction too and nothing really caught his interest; the view presented in front of him was far more entertaining. “I see you've got a phone” Was the first thing Kuro could think of saying to somehow get his number. “What even is the concept of normal to you, Tetsurou?” His inner voice insisted in bringing him down even more than it already had done.
Kenma took a while to answer, it took a while for him to even take that in actually “Uhm...Right?” Kenma finally encouraged himself to say doubtfully, looking at the small technological device in his equally small hand. “Why do you ask?” He glanced at Kuro, who was now nervously biting his lip. “Well, since our roommates are dating, maybe…” we could date too Kuro thought to himself before finishing his sentence, he rested his arm on the back of the coach he was sitting in and smiled widely “Maybe I could have yours?” He asked, taking his own phone out from his pant pocket.
Okay now this was surely something for Kenma. A big something.
He didn't give his phone number instantly away to strangers, and most likely not to tall, handsome and dark strangers with weird hairstyles. But thinking twice about it, he wasn't a complete stranger; Kenma reminded himself. He could tell Kuro had known Akaashi and Bokuto for a while now, and in the end he didn't give the feeling of being a bad person. If so, he had been rather dorky, too dorky to try and harm him or something.
“Sure” Kenma answered without a second thought, holding his hand out for Kuro to hand him his phone so he could register the number of his own. After he did this, Kenma handed the phone back to it’s owner, who sat there staring in awe at it. “Thank you! Maybe I can treat you guys out sometime!” Kuro exclaimed in joy.
The black haired man wondered if that was indeed the other boy’s number, it had been not just one time he had gotten a fake number instead of a denial, and being the idiot he is, he decided to check. A minute passed before Kenma’s ringtone started to sound, Kuro could identify it was a predetermined tone his cellphone also came with because he had the same one. Kenma grabbed his phone from the table and looked at the screen in his hands.
“This is… your number?” He asked, concernedly moving his gaze towards his new acquaintance, he looked completely lost and a strange feeling of regret emanated from his expression. “Ah…” Kuro said while making up a somewhat eloquent or at least decent explanation in his brain. He certainly couldn’t just go “I was just checking you weren’t rejecting me” to someone he just met but the glare Kenma was giving him was giving him no other option.
“I wanted to see..” Kuro started, too afraid to say the last part of it, Kenma was becoming even more confused at this point “If it was…” The taller teen moved on and Kenma raised an unamused eyebrow signaling him to continue “Your real number?” Kuro finished unsure of himself finishing the sentence like a question instead of an affirmation, he really was a mess. Awaiting for the worst response ever, Kuro closed his eyes
“Ah that’s fine.”
“Is it?” Kuro slowly opened his eyes and got a bit closer to Kenma. “Yeah, I wouldn’t give you a fake one if that’s what you meant” Kenma said blushing, fidgeting with his fingers once again. He prayed for Kuro to not notice he was nervous because of him. Meeting new people had always been sort of scary for Kenma. Kuro did seem scary but at the end he wasn’t that bad, to Kenma’s eyes, he was easy to talk to.
Kuro let out a sigh full of relieve and a smile followed. “I’m glad!”
Before he could say anything else, Akaashi and Bokuto arrived from behind his back, Bokuto grabbed his shoulders while smiling. “We’re back!” He announced before sitting besides him and Akaashi taking a sit beside Kenma when he scooted over. “Took you long enough” Kuro mocked the other two before messing with Bokuto’s hair.
The rest of the time they spent together in the place went by really quickly to Kuro’s opinion, suddenly Akaashi got a text message regarding something about a neighbor meeting and since Kenma lived with him, they both had to go. Bokuto gave his boyfriend a quick peck in the lips as a goodbye, while Kenma just waved shyly from the restaurant’s door. Kuro smiled sincerely.