A/N: I told you there would be more, didn't I?
Enjoy.
Misadventures with Kuroo and Kenma!
HAIKYUU!
"You are the sun to my moon, the shine to my dull, pathetic lif-"
"You are helpless."
"Aw, c'mon! What was wrong with that one?!"
"The fact that you can't tell what was wrong with that should speak volumes."
Oh, he was a smooth talker alright. Sly bugger who did nothing but relentlessly tease Kenma about his antisocial, hikikomori ways.
"Don't you play those Otome games? Help me out here!"
"I already am," he blandly drawled, lithe fingers flying across his phone in hurried taps. "It's not my fault you're just a complete and utter idiot," he droned, cat-like eyes momentarily looking up from his phone's iridescent screen. "Besides, I don't play those games anymore... They were boring and showed no diversity-"
"But you have played one before?"
"..."
"... Oh, my god."
"... No comme-"
He was rudely interrupted by Kuroo's guffaws of pure amusement. "I KNEW IT!" He roared, bending at the waist as tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. "P-PFT!"
He promptly stood up and shoved his phone in his pocket, eye twitching in annoyance. "Have fun confessing to ******-san on your own then." He patted down his trousers and slid the bedroom door open.
Kuroo smirked at his back. "I will- wait, what?" He yelped, suddenly standing up straight and frantically blinking before his brain kicked in and he stumbled to get to his bedroom door, socks slipping on his floor as he chased after the figure storming down the corridor. "H-Hang on a se- Kenma!"
Honestly, he mused, slyly looking over the top of his phone and at his mess of a friend. Smooth talker, more like scruffy stalker, he scoffed, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement as he witnessed said friend get his hand caught in his scruffy bunched nest of a thing that he calls hair. 'It's my bed-hair', he says, he mocked, lightly rolling his eyes.
Upon noticing his friend finishing up with what he was doing -which was just short of embarrassing, if his burning ears were anything to go by- he promptly made a point of avoiding his gaze and went back to intently staring at his phone, resuming the game.
"You saw." It was a statement rather than a question that he felt really didn't need a reply.
His silence, despite not actually uttering a single word, said everything.
"She gave me a comb," Kuroo said, completely dazed. "I-It was a nice one, too. It had a cute little flower on it a-and..." He seemed to choke up nearing the end of his sentence and he let it trail off in absolute horror.
His tone gartered a raised eyebrow, and a quick flickering of golden eyes on his form, as if to say; Where is it?
"I broke it."
"... Ah."
And off they went. Well, they would of, if not for-
"Your laces are undone."
.
.
"You couldn't have told me that before I fell flat on my face?!"
"Yes," Kenma bluntly replied, not waiting for Kuroo to pick himself up off of the floor, and he slowly resumed his walking. "But I thought that because you're so sly, cunning and suave, that you would catch yourself before you made a meal of the pavement."
He was shocked into silence for a few seconds to digest what he had just said and, holy shit that was the longest sentence he had ever heard him speak! He loosely shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts. "W-Who the hell said that?!"
Kenma paused in his steps and turned his head so his mouth just about reached over his shoulder as he replied, "The fandom."
He blanched. "The what-dom?"
"Never mind," he mumbled, resuming his slow stalk he called walking.
"O-Oi! Wait u-!"
He will not deny to snorting as he heard him tumble to the ground, again. "Your laces are still undone."
"... DAMN IT!"
