Still a sap who's writing about these two. Someone help me.


A bit of Kenma POV, because I just love him.


Surprisingly, this has been the hardest chapter to write so far... I don't know why... I was struggling to not make Kuroo too much of a creep with kneading hahahaha


12 ways: Kneading

Kenma is bored out of his mind. He's finished the new level of his game on the PSP and really needs to give his fingers a break. They're cramping badly. He looks about with a deadpan expression, taking in the mess that is his team. They're at Yaku's, again, discussing new options to increase their attack power. And, it's going as loudly and rambunctiously as always.

Lev and Yamamoto are arguing about the strength of the ace and whether height is more important than defense. Yaku is slamming his fist constantly on the table, trying to silence Inuoka who is explaining some kind of a weird new move to his fellow first years and the listening second years. Fukunaga looks just about as bored out of his mind as Kenma feels. With a sigh, the setter looks for their captain, ignoring Kai's question about a wild toss which he knows he doesn't want to set for anyone. It's too troublesome.

"I'm getting some water." He murmurs and leaves the table after Fukunaga nods. Shibayama is trying to calm down Yaku when Kenma walks away, but it doesn't look like it's working. The demon senpai strikes again. Kenma walks over to the fridge and pours himself some more apple juice, deciding to pass on the water. As he heads back, a messy bedhead on the couch gains his attention. Kuroo is sitting there, head lolling back on the back of the sofa.

Kenma decides to indulge his curiosity and walks over. Sure enough, the image he sees is as scandalous as he expects. Kuroo's got Haru on his lap, the girl snoring softly, as his hands settle on her thighs, moving about in circular motions. Kenma raises one eyebrow and walks closer.

He knew that Kuroo had a thing for their manager since day one. After all, even from his perspective, Chiharu is an attractive girl. But, Kuroo's way of flirting leaves much to be desired. He teases her mercilessly, makes obviously sexual passes and bothers her endlessly. Kuroo is an idiot, Kenma has decided a long time ago. He is an idiot when he's trying to woo a girl. Like a kid on the playground, pulling on the girl's hair. It's an annoying trait.

So, Kenma is completely shocked by the fact that Haru is comfortable sleeping next to his best friend. Then again, she probably didn't snooze next to him. He probably just took advantage. And, by the way his hands are splayed over her thighs and then lower back, kneading the flesh there, Kenma knows that Kuroo isn't thinking. He's simply doing, as usual.

"Stop molesting our manager." Kenma deadpans, causing Kuroo to startle and almost jump up. The captain's arms shoot up, like he was surrendering.

"Jesus Kenma." Kuroo groans. "Almost gave me a heart attack." Then, the bedhead gives him a deep frown. "I wasn't molesting her. Where am I supposed to put my hands, you tell me."

"Not on her." Kenma deadpans. Kuroo smirks.

"It's not like she minds it."

"That's like a joke about rape, Kuroo." Kenma gives him one of his 'special' expressions, usually reserved for Lev and Kuroo tilts his head to the side.

"When you put it that way." The captain nods. One of his hands drops down to the middle of Haru's back, completely still. The other one, though, undoes the messy bun from the top of their manager's head expertly, causing her to sigh lightly. And, when the messy dark locks of the second bedhead spill around her shoulders, he sinks his palm into them. "This should be PG enough to clear even your level, no?" Kuroo grins.

"Whatever." Kenma shrugs, heading back for the table. On his way, he tosses a look over his shoulder. "And stop coming onto our manager like an idiot, Kuroo. At least ask her out for a proper date." He knows that he's delivered a critical hit to his friend and walks away calmly, a small smirk playing on his lips. He's certain that Kuroo will start thinking with his upper head for the time being, at least.

Kneading – your cat might massage you with its paws to show affection, be careful of those nails, though!


Hope you guys enjoyed Kuroo being his idiot self!


Omake:

Haru groans, slowly waking up. She immediately notices that she's changed positions in her sleep. From being asleep on her side, now she's on her stomach, the way she usually naps. But, she's absolutely certain that the arm of the couch shouldn't be slowly rising and falling. Nor that there should be something messing up the roots of her hair softly. She raises her head and looks up.

"Morning~" Of course it's that grinning face that greets her. "Had a good nap?" Kuroo is acting as her pillow and has his arm in her hair, the other one holding onto her waist so that she doesn't turn and fall off the couch.

"Yeah." She smiles up, enjoying the way the scheming captain's cheeks gain a red hue. "I dreamt about Yaku-san groping me, though." She frowns. "He was yelling 'shut up' the whole time, too." Haru pushes herself up from Kuroo's lap, a frown still on her face.

"Why does it have to be Yaku?" The captain groans, throwing his hands up. But, at that exact moment, a shout from the dining room table rings out in a familiar voice.

"Shut up!" Kuroo and Haru share a look before they both burst into laughter.


Oh gosh, I just adore Yaku, what can I say?