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Walking towards the counseling room the next day, my normal feelings of dread and anxiety were ultimately replaced with what could only be described as floating on a cloud surrounded by unicorns. It was approximately 11:21. I'd always forced myself to be at least 10 minutes late, just to prove how low the lessons ranged on my everyday life's list of importance. Today, however, was different. With my new found feelings pushed to the front of my mind, the entire morning had consisted of nothing but daydreams of an arrogant smirk and endless hugs, causing time to go by in slow motion. A tiny smile spread its way across my lips as I stopped outside of the closed door.

I barged straight in, only to find a girl straddling Kuroo's waist as the two nearly devoured one another on his chair. His hands harshly groped her ass, causing low moans to escape her lips. Kuroo took full advantage and deepened the kiss, all while I watched in a horrified embarrassment. The couple was obviously into it. "S-should I come back later?" I squeaked.

Kuroo broke the kiss instantly and shoved the girl off of him as a forceful reflex. She plopped heavily against the floor. Kuroo stood up, a blabbering, flustered mess.

"Kenma I- when did you get here?! Did you see all of that?! I-" Kuroo finally seemed to register that his girlfriend was still struggling to recover from the shove, and he quickly dove down to help her up. "This probably deserves an award for most awkward first impression, but.. this is my girlfriend, Erika. Erika, this is Kenma."

To label his girlfriend as pretty was an understatement. Long, blonde hair cascaded down her back and stopped at her waist, and sparkling blue eyes framed with heavy makeup brought an intenseness into her face that was all the more intriguing. I was beginning to loose all hope for ever making Kuroo my own. She was beautiful, after all, while I was just-

"So cute!" Erika exclaimed, rushing over to pinch my cheeks. "You're just like Kuroo described you!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes. "He obviously hasn't described me enough, since you're still touching me."

Erika instantly removed her hands, a look of hurt flashing across her face. For a moment I felt a spark of guilt. Jealousy had fueled me like fire and the words had spilled out before I had the chance to control them.

Kuroo chuckled. "I made the same mistake the first day. Kenma just hates when people touch him." He reached out to run his fingers through my hair. "I'm an exception, of course. He's like my little kitten~"

I let out a small, accidental mewl of approval as he continued to ruffle up my hair, causing my face to heat up fifty shades redder in embarrassment.

"Awww!" Erika squealed, bouncing up and down and clapping her hands together. "Cuteness overload! The two of you are just like brothers!"

An imaginary arrow seemed to shoot its way straight through my heart. Brothers?

Kuroo laughed at that. "Shhh. Our relationship is meant to be strictly professional."

I quirked an eyebrow. If Kuroo only knew..

Erika skipped over to him, and only then did I notice the giant picnic basket in her hand. "Seeing that you're busy now I guess we'll just have to get busy later," she giggled and planted a quick peck on his lips, "don't take too long, kurooey-bear, the sandwiches will get cold."

First of all, fuck her. Second of all, what a fucking bitch sandwiches are already cold, hoe. I forced a wave.

An unrecognizable look flashed across her face as she stared at me, but she quickly concealed it with a grin. "It was nice to meet you, Kenma."

"Mmmhmmm," I hummed, trying too hard to smile.

The door was slammed shut, mirroring the slap I felt straight to my heart. What was I doing? I had gotten so mixed up in my own feelings that I had completely forgotten about Kuroo's. He was in a relationship, with a girl no less. He wasn't gay. He wasn't interested in me, and he probably never would be.

"Earth to Kenma~" Kuroo smirked, waving a hand in front of my face. "You okay?"

I sat down in my usual spot. "How can I be?"

Kuroo looked at me curiously, and I mentally slapped myself for almost telling him the truth.

"I-I mean with what happened yesterday, and all!"

Kuroo nodded like he understood. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "Never again."

"You know, as a therapist I would tell you running away from your problems will only cause more," Kuroo smiled, "but I'm not considered a real therapist until I graduate."

I smiled back. It was almost impossible not to- Kuroo's smile, although extremely rare, was one of the most contagious things I'd ever seen. "You should smile more," the words escaped before I had the chance to control them.

Kuroo smirked.

"NO!" I interrupted him before he could make one of his usual asshole remarks. "Don't make me regret saying that."

"How rude.. Regretting the only nice thing you've ever said to me.."

I rolled my eyes. Was it true? Did yesterday really mean nothing to him? It wasn't like I could put on a show and cry my heart out for just anyone, but from Kuroo's perspective he probably just saw it as doing his job.

Feelings for me were unknown territory. Feelings for Kuroo were a part of his job. All the sudden, an idea sparked its way into my mind. What if I asked Kuroo for advice on dating Kuroo?

When it came to confessing my mind resembled a blank sheet of paper, but if I could pretend to be interested in someone else, I could copy his advice then unleash everything I learn on him.

"Kuroo?" I called out, my voice coming out much more eager than I had intended.

"Kenma?" His gaze pieced into my eyes and urged me to continue.

"I.." It almost felt like I was confessing my feelings straight to his face! I took a deep breath, hoping to suck some of his excess confidence out of the air while I was at it. "I... like someone.."

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Sorry this chapter is really short and sucky.. But thank you soo much to everyone who's reviewed this story! If it weren't for you I probably would've given up by chapter 2 so you have no idea how much it means to me! 333