wow all these reviews tho. Thanks for hating Erika so much everyone haha! I created her to be a controversial character for a reason, which everyone will figure out.. soon... And a question for last chapter.. How do you put spaces between paragraphs? There were A LOTT of scene changes last chapter and I completely forgot about the dots (the only way iknow how to add space) soo I understand why everyone was confused and I apologize. Anyway back to the chapter xD

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Kuroo looked me up and down happily. I blushed. "The fuck are you doing?" I cried, feeling insecure.

"Taking in what all of my hard work has done."

I thought about what he had just said long and hard before giving up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He chuckled. "Ever since you've come in here your game boy's been like your shield- the first day you couldn't even hold a conversation without taking your eyes off of it! You're starting to become less of a gameboy boy." He grinned triumphantly. "And it's all because of me. I'm great."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess." He was pretty great, actually, but he already had enough confidence to drive me crazy with, and if he got anymore, if that was even possible, I was too scared he would realize he deserved better. I thought back to the conversation we had had just the other day. Maybe kiss him on the cheek or some shit. It had been replaying in my mind ever since, and I think after 3,455 times of listening to it I had finally built up the courage to do something about it.

I looked at Kuroo. He was in the middle of talking, going on and on, but I had completely zoned him out. "...and then the pasta was covered in nipples!" He looked at me, full of excitement, and I couldn't help but smile.

"..cool." I had no idea what the shit he was talking about, but based on the passion built up within his eyes, I didn't need to to feel happy.

"Doesn't everyone though?"

I nodded, hoping this topic would end.

"So you have?!"

"..yea."

"Then why haven't you told me about it yet? Go!" Kuroo looked at me with every amount of interest a person could possibly possess and more. Just the look alone was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen, and as much as I tried to hold it back, I cracked. I let out one of my first real, genuine laughs in what felt like forever. "I have a confession: I wasn't paying attention at all."

Kuroo sat staring, dumbfounded. "No.. It's okay.. What were we even talking about?"

I giggled again.

He smiled. "You laughed... Twice!"

I shrugged.

"Do it again!" He got up out of his seat and I literally squealed.

"Why are you standing? Sit the fuck down, Kuroo!"

"Not until you laugh again!" Kuroo was closing in and I had no choice but to get up and move.

"I'm not gonna laugh I'm gonna cry!"

He chased me through the air-tight counseling room, dodging chairs and books and even a Kevin Jonas poster all being thrown in his direction.

Soon, I was nothing but a giggling mess and, no sooner, he caught up to me. He swooped me into his arms, maybe a little too easy, and tossed me on the couch. Kuroo flopped down next to me, a smile slithering its way across his features. "You're so small."

I crossed my arms. "And..?" Making comments about my size made the top three list when it came to things that pissed me off.

"And I think it's cute~"

My face lit up like a volcano. Thankfully, the timer going off distracted him from noticing.

"Wow.. That was an hour?" Kuroo stared hard at the clock in disbelief.

"I know.. It felt like forever." He shot me a look and I accidently laughed a little. It was becoming a habit, and I fully blamed Kuroo.

I tossed my book bag over my shoulder and proceeded to leave. He walked me to the door like he always did, holding it open for me. "Bye, Kenma."

I stood on the other side and gave a small wave. Maybe kiss him on the cheek. The thought that had been harassing me for too long popped into my head, and my eyes immediately widened. I had completely forgotten! The door seemed to swing closed in slow motion, and I took a deep breath. It was now or never. I swiftly stopped the door with my foot.

"Kenma, wh-"

"I forgot something!" I cried, rushing towards him. Then, I did the single most scandalous act I'd ever committed in my 17 years of being alive. I grasped the collar of his shirt, pulled down, and grazed my lips lightly against his cheek. And then I ran.

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SHORT AF, LAME AF CHAPTER oops. Loll I know it's supposed to be rated M and it's chapter 7 and it's just now getting real but I'm trying not to rush into relationships and I still feel like I'm failing :{ I just want to say right quick that I'm 100% going to finish this story, but as soon as I do I'm immediately asap going back and rewriting it. For the first time, I actually reread everything I've written from chapter 1 and I had a cringe attack at the end of literally every chapter. I'm gonna work with what I have, but I'm having so many regrets on what I could've written about earlier to make this better. This is my first fanfiction though, so I guess I had to start somewhere :p