Kuroo stood in front of Kenma's house. The door opened en Kenma walked towards him. He looks okay, Kuroo thought. "Good morning, Kenma." He said. Kenma wished him a good morning as well and flashed a gentle smile. They walked their route to school.

"Good morning, Kenma!" Lev yelled. "Feeling better? You better! We need to train hard today!" The barrage of words did not give Kenma time to reply. Kenma just nodded and the three of them continued their walk.

At the school gate Kenma and Kuroo split up. "Take care today, okay?" Kuroo tried to reassure Kenma, but he sounded like he wanted to be comforted himself. He grabbed Kenma's arms. "If anything is wrong, text me, no call me." Kenma smiled gently. "I'll be fine, Kuroo. See you at lunch?" Kuroo put his hands in his pockets and leaned back a little. He accepted Kenma's invitation and headed to class.

He tried to concentrate, but his mind kept drifting off. The Kenma of yesterday would not leave his head. Helpless and covered in gloom. He shook his head. Kenma was fine now, he smiled, he talked, he was fine. He knew Kenma had periods like this before. It was no big deal. He would be down for a day or two and the he'd be his old self again. No, Kuroo corrected himself, today he was his old self again.

Kuroo took his pen and copied the notes on the blackboard. He forced himself to read what he wrote. The formula looked foreign to him. Well, he thought, what do you expect when you don't pay attention? He wrote down his homework, packed his bag and headed towards Kenma's classroom.

Kenma was eating a sandwich at his desk. Kuroo took the chair from the table in front of him and sat on it backwards, arms leaning on the back. "I thought we would eat lunch together." Kenma looked at Kuroo as if he was unsure if the other was really offended. Kuroo felt like he had to clear up the misunderstanding. "It's a joke, it's okay." He said in a pace so fast it seemed like he just said something horrible.

Kenma continued to eat. Kuroo got his lunch out of his back an took a bite from his sandwich. "So how are you?" he asked with a mouth full of sandwich.

"I'm fine." Kenma said with a sigh. He looked up. "How are you? You're acting awkward since yesterday. Did I scare you that much?"

"Ooh." A third voice, bristling with curiosity, joined the conversation. Yamamoto leaned over the table, alternating his glance between Kenma and Kuroo. "You were scared Kuroo? What happened? No! Wait! Kenma! Did you confess? You two are always so close, that has to be it! Aww Kuroo, you shouldn't be scared. I know you're not like that, but scared! Poor Kenma! Tell me! How did it happen. I.."

Kuroo interrupted. "That did not happen."

"And I'm not gay." Kenma added.

"Then what is it?" Yamamoto exclaimed.

"Nothing that you need to know about." Kenma added a stern look to the words.

"Ah!" Yamamoto stood straight and made a wide gesture with his arms. "You deny everything, but won't tell me what actually happened. That can only mean I'm right!"

"You're wrong." Kuroo said and got up. "I'm going back to class. You should as well, Yamamoto."

Yamamoto protested, but was swayed by Kuroo to return to his class. Kuroo smiled at Kenma as they left, Kenma smiled back. It looked forced, Kuroo thought.

The training felt normal. Kuroo noticed Kenma was more quiet than usual, but he figured that was to be expected after yesterday. He spent all afternoon practicing his receives, but he failed miserably. He paid too much attention to Kenma and too little to the ball. Yamamoto made some snide comment, saying Kuroo should stop eyeballing his boyfriend and focus already. Kuroo let it slide, he was not in the mood.

As the training ended they made their way to the dressing room. Kenma sat next to Kuroo and took off his shoes. Kuroo did the same. "So, you want me to hang out at your place today?" Kenma stood up and took off his shirt. "Not really," he responded, "I have some stuff I need to do tonight."

Kuroo stood up as well, taking of his shorts and shirt. He felt the chill against his bare skin. "O really? What?" He glanced at Kenma who was rummaging through is bag, wearing nothing but his black briefs.

"Nothing, I'll tell you later. I just need some time to do it, okay?" Kenma's revealed a struggle. Kuroo wondered if Kenma actually wanted to tell him. Should he pressure him to do so? No, he rebuked himself, Kenma needed some space now.

"Stop eyeballing your boyfriend, Kuroo!" Yamamoto exclaimed.

"Shut up, Yamamoto!" Kuroo and Kenma answered in sync.

"Okay. Should I pick you up for the match tomorrow?" Kuroo asked, as he watched Kenma button up his shirt.

"Sure."

"Okay." Kuroo zipped his pants and put his shirt on. "Then I'll be at your place. 8 o'clock I think. Yeah that'll be good. 8 it is."

Kenma picked up his bag. "8 it is." He said as he left the building.