Up, up, left, left, left, right.

Kenma's fingers tapped the buttons on his PSP as he walked, one foot in front of the other. He barely glanced up to look at where he was going, but he figured there was no point. With Kuroo walking right next to him, he didn't need to see. He was his eyes, and Kenma didn't have to deal with a monotonous walk without getting to play his newest game.

Kuroo was rambling off about the practice they were walking home from. There were times when Kuroo preferred to stay late, but usually he choose to walk home with his setter. Kenma glanced up from his game for a moment to look over the captain's face. He looked extremely excited about something, and Kenma almost wished he would have been paying more attention to what he was talking about so he'd know why. Asking now just felt rude.

Kuroo must have noticed that Kenma looked over at him, because he looked down and gave him a smile. Kenma's cheeks felt warm, blushing slightly, but that was nothing new to him. It was a common side effect of Kuroo smiling directly at him. Kuroo had been his best friend since they were young, and he held a spot in Kenma's heart that no one even came close to. The setter wasn't very expressive about it, but Kuroo was special to him. If he were being honest with himself, he'd go as far as to say he had quite the crush on him. However, denial was clearly the blond's other best friend. "So, you'll hang out with me tonight, right?"

"Hm?" Kenma tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. Having not been paying attention, he had no idea where that had come from. Either way, he supposed it didn't really matter. It was a simple enough question. "Sure." Kuroo's face lit up from his answer, and Kenma's blush darkened. Cat-like eyes shot back down to his game, unwilling to let the other see.

"Great! I'll probably go home first though for a while, and then come back after dinner," Kuroo told him, as he folded his arms before bringing one hand up to scratch his chin, looking as though he were in deep thought about the whole thing.

"You don't want to eat together?" Kenma's voice sounded monotone, but he was a little disappointed. His fingers pushed the buttons rapidly on his PSP as he suddenly found himself fighting the level's boss.

"It's not that, I just have a few things to do bef- KENMA!" Suddenly Kuroo's hands grabbed onto Kenma's shoulders and pulled him backwards. The game flew out of his hands, but Kenma reached out and caught it as the back of his head bumped into Kuroo's chest. He finally looked to observe his scene and acknowledged the honking noises of multiple cars. Kenma blinked a few times, realizing that he was just about to become a pancake had he actually walked into that street.

The blond turned his head upward and Kuroo loomed over to look over him, hands still on his shoulders. His eyes were wider than usual, his breathing a little more erratic. He looked like he'd just been scared half to death despite the fact that Kenma was the one who'd almost become roadkill. Kenma's straight lips turned downward into a frown. His heart felt like it was sinking further into his chest the longer he took in Kuroo's expression. "You need to watch where you're going!"

"I'm sorry... I just..." Kenma looked down, unable to bear that expression much longer. "I don't really think there's any point in it if you're here watching for me." It was selfish, and he understood that, but it was the truth.

"Yeah, but I looked away for one moment, and-" He stopped, noticing Kenma's expression slipping further as he held his PSP to his chest. The scare he'd gotten had switched him out of friend mode and into the role of scolding captain. He took a deep breath, giving Kenma's shoulders a little squeeze. This time he was able to realize when Kenma's face reddened, and it helped soften his facial expression further. "Just be more careful. What good are you to the team if you're squashed?" He smirked, and Kenma just nodded.

Kuroo looked up and saw the light flashing to walk as the cars finally stopped moving. He let go of Kenma's shoulders and went back to his spot next to him. This time, however, he linked his own arm with the setter's, earning him another one of those blushes and a confused look. "Come on, let's go." He began to walk, and Kenma took that as his queue to begin as well, having to walk normal rather than at his usual leisurely pace.

"Kuroo, I know how to cross the street. You don't have to hold my arm." Kenma frowned, though his face was still quite red. Kuroo just laughed.

"Yeah, but this way you can play your game, and I don't have to worry about you walking off a cliff." Of course, he left out the part that it was a decent excuse to be so close to the other. It gave him his own warm feeling, but his wasn't quite so apparent on his facial expression. If there was anything Kuroo was good at around Kenma, it was keeping his demeanor so the other wouldn't realize he had feelings of his own that crossed over the friend line.

Kenma nodded at him, eyes shifting back down to his game. He began to press the buttons again, this time slower than before. It was actually hard to concentrate when he was walking arm in arm with Kuroo. Didn't he realize people might get the wrong idea if they saw them? It wasn't like Kuroo was never close to him. They had sleepovers all the time, sharing the same bed even, but they weren't hidden behind walls this time. Even so, a small smile crept up on the setter's face as they continued to walk home.