Kenma had perfected the art of faking. He had learned, from a very young age, that raising your eyebrows and widening your eyes could make the hurt that was inside be invisible, physically. He just wished it would work inwards too; his stomach was twisted, rather uncomfortably, and his heart felt like it was getting immense pressure pushed down onto it.

Kenma could feel the pressure of the awaiting eyes on him as they waited for him to probably whimper... or something. "We didn't know... if you'd already known but, well with your reaction I guess it was really a secret." Nekoma's libero smiled gently as if in a form of apology. Kenma laughed softly, another trick he'd learned, and smiled, "You know, I cannot imagine anyone being in a relationship with that loud narcissist. Poor girl."

"But I find it strange that Kuroo wouldn't even tell you, I mean aren't you guys like best friends?" Lev. He wasn't the most thoughtful but Kenma usually was never affected by that.

This time though, Lev's words, eyes everything were getting under Kenma's skin. " We aren't the closest, I mean I respect him and vice versa but we don't really tell each other everything. Anyway, it's getting late and we have the extra double hellish training regime starting tomorrow, we should all go to bed." With a fake yawn, Kenma sat up and walked out of the room, making sure to never drop his facade.

The room was dark, and had no sign of human life. Kenma liked it this way. Nekoma's manager had, after pulling some strings, secured this three story holiday house for the team to use while on their fitness training schedule.

Kuroo had forced Kenma to share a room with him (not that Kenma particularly minded) which was now proving to be a bad decision. Kenma had dibbed the top bunk and so he lay there, curled up, trying to ignore the aching in his chest area. He didn't remember how long he'd stayed there in a fetal position, head resting on his knees.

The young boy lay, trying to sleep, ignoring the way his thoughts always lead to what his bunkmate could be doing. The aching in his chest was unusual and Kenma did not know why he was clenching his jaw.

He realised he was waiting.

Waiting for Kuroo to turn up and tell Kenma he was just practicing volleyball. Reassure Kenma that the last thing he wanted was a girlfriend. The lone teenage boy turned on his back and stared at the ceiling of the room. His eyes followed the scratches and dents in the wall. Kenma ears pricked up as he heard movement from outside the door. It was someone talking, softly, but the sound still reached Kenma and he instantly recognised the voice of the speaker. It was the voice that followed him everywhere; his thoughts, his dreams...everything.

Kuroo's voice was muffled by the door but Kenma could decipher most of the words.

"...I'm sorry I couldn't... yeah... uh-huh. Haha...you're such a charmer ... I know..." the door knob twisted and Kenma made sure he was as still as possible. Kuroo's voice filled the room, carrying to Kenma's ears.

"haha yeah, I know... it's just... mhmm. So tomorrow? Good, it's a date then... haha you got me."

Click.

He shuffled over to the desk.

"Kenma? You awake?"

No reply. Kenma shut his eyes just in case Kuroo had some kind of x-ray vision. Kuroo sighed. More shuffling. He was now in right below Kenma in the bottom bunk.

Kenma's eyes flew open. Had he heard right? Kuroo most definitely had said 'date'. Does that mean the rumours were true? But why wouldn't Kuroo tell Kenma himself. Maybe he was upset with Kenma because of the lack of conversation. Wait why was Kenma so affected anyway? It wasn't like Kuroo had to tell Kenma everything, there was no rule. So why did Kenma care so much? Why was his heart hurting and his chest aching?

Something registered in Kenma's head.

He liked Tetsurou Kuroo. Heck he probably loved him. And for a while now.

He steadied his heart beat, or tried to anyway, and focused on sleeping. But it was hours before he finally did.