A/N: I hope people are enjoying this story. Thanks to those that favorite it!

"Do you want to meet Bo and Akaashi tomorrow?" Kuroo asked, his left arm wrapped around Kenma who was currently curled up and leaning into his side. Kenma glanced up, seeing his mate's right hand was holding his phone as his eyes read what was apparently messages from Bokuto. "Apparently Bo is having withdraw symptoms since we didn't meet up during Golden Week."

Kenma rolled his eyes. The Nekoma and Fukurodani usually played a practice match during said week, but Nekoma had travelled to play Karasuno instead. After seeing his mate and Bokuto together, Kenma wasn't surprised the alpha was upset about their missed time together. Honestly, even Kenma could admit that he was disappointed he hadn't got to see the excitable alpha and the calming beta.

"Where?" Kenma asked instead. It was easily a forty minute train ride to Fukurodani and he wasn't sure just how far Bokuto and Akaashi lived from the other school. He wasn't sure if he was up for the ride there and back.

"Eh," Kuroo muttered, quickly typing something on his phone. "Akaashi suggested a place to eat that's about half an hour away – apparently it's somewhere between us."

Kenma paused for a moment. A thirty minute train ride would lead them deeper into the city, which meant more people. But if he was with Kuroo… and he could admit to himself that he wouldn't mind seeing Akaashi, and Bokuto, again. "Alright," he muttered, his fingers flying over the control board of his DS. Kuroo's arm tightened and Kenma knew he had given the right answer. Kuroo might not have admitted it, but he had been a little put out that they hadn't met up with Fukurodani the past week and he was probably having just as many "symptoms" as Bokuto.

"So," Kuroo started, his voice hesitant in a way that made Kenma pause the game he was playing. He never liked that tone. Bad things always happened when Kuroo started out with that tone. "It was an…interesting week. Between the shrimp and glasses."

Ah, that. Kenma sighed and turned off his game. He had known that Kuroo would want to talk about this at some point. "Hmm," he responded.

He could actually feel Kuroo rolling his eyes at the lack of response. "I have to admit, I was a little hesitant when you told me you were drawn to shrimpy," Kuroo admitted. Kenma felt his lips twitch. "Not that I would have been upset! I just…well…he seemed a little…energetic. For you. I mean –"

"Get to the point, Kuro," Kenma cut in, knowing if he didn't stop the older boy this would continue on for a while.

Kuroo let out a deep sigh, "I just wanted to say that I was happy you found someone you were…interested in. That's a big step forward."

"My omega was interested," Kenma corrected, his eyes flickering up to meet Kuroo's steadily. "Shoyo is interesting. And loud. And not someone I could be around with all the time," he admitted. "My omega just picks up qualities in others that would make a good potential mate. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I think I knew Shoyo wasn't a good fit before we even started that match – that's why my omega had such a strong reaction to the tall middle blocker."

Kuroo nodded and leaned down, pressing his lips against Kenma's quickly. Kenma jumped, glaring up at his laughing mate. "Calm down, kitten. I agree with you. Shrimpy would wear you out and there would need to be someone around that could calm him down if he were to join our circle."

Kenma nodded and slowly moved back to rest against Kuroo's chest, his face slightly flushed. "The same thing could happen with the other middle blocker," Kenma stated, basking in the warmth that surrounded him. "I didn't see much of him and I didn't talk to him. The next time I see him, the pull could have disappeared completely."

"It might," Kuroo said softly, "Or it might not. We won't know until we see them again. Or you might find someone else that you feel drawn to. It's okay to take your time, kitten."

Kenma didn't respond as he closed his eyes. He let the warmth surrounding him and the sound of Kuroo's breathing lull him to sleep.

Kuroo made sure to keep him close as they got off the train and walked toward the place they were meeting Bokuto and Akaashi. Kenma eyed his DS which had, somehow, once again ended up in Kuroo's jacket pocket. "No," Kuroo said as they made their way down the crowded street. "If you start playing there's a high chance you'll get lost."

Kenma stared at his mate impassively. Sometimes it really was annoying how well Kuroo knew him. It was even more annoying that he was right. "BRO! KENMA!"

"Found them," Kuroo said brightly, his eyes scanning the street to rest on the jumping figure of Bokuto. The alpha in question began running toward them, his arms thrown wide open. Kuroo pulled Kenma along as he quickened his pace, only letting go of Kenma fully when he threw his own arms around the other boy. Kenma stood, frozen, as he looked at them. He felt the bond that extended from himself to Kuroo…but there was something else…the pull, like the one he felt with Shoyo and the other middle blocker. But this was different. It was almost like…

"Good to see you again, Kenma-san," a quiet voice said, cutting into Kenma's thoughts. Kenma turned, wide eyed, to stare at Akaashi.

There it was again. The same feeling. This couldn't be possible…well, possible, yes. Probable, no. But if there was a possibility, then…

"Kenma-san?" Akaashi inquired, his face still blank, but Kenma could hear the concern in his tone and see it flashing in the beta's eyes. "Are you alright?"

Apparently the words broke through whatever bonding moment Kuroo and Bokuto were having, because both alpha's turned to Kenma in an instant. Bokuto ran over, placing his hands on Kenma's shoulders and scanning the boy's body with his eyes as he moved him back and forth to check for injuries. "What?! Kenma? Did something happen?! What's wrong? Are you-"

"Be careful, Bokuto-san," Akaashi cut in, placing a gentle hand on Bokuto's wrist. Kenma watched as Bokuto instantly stopped shaking him and dropped his arms to his side.

Oh.

"Kitten?" Kuroo asked from where he had pressed up against Kenma's back. "Do you need to get inside?"

Right. Kuroo probably thought he was panicking because of the crowds. He could use that. He could use that and the quiet inside would help him think. He nodded quickly and allowed the others to lead him inside and to a table. Kenma moved in first, Kuroo beside him. Akaashi sat across from him with Bokuto across from Kuroo. Bokuto and Kuroo were still talking loudly, Kuroo's hand resting on Kenma's thigh under the table. Akaashi commented every so often, usually keeping the other two from getting too loud or to clarify a point Bokuto was trying to make. Kenma watched as Bokuto waved his hands around, almost knocking his glass over and Akaashi moved to intercept it before it spilled across the table. Akaashi would often touch Bokuto, just a light touch on his arm or wrist, and the other boy would instantly lower the volume or stop talking completely.

Kenma saw it all and he wondered. When he saw them earlier it was as if…well, it wasn't like when he first saw the other two. That had been his omega taking an interest. This was different. This was his omega already knowing these two were a match for his circle and it was one step away from wanting to accept the bond completely. It was almost as strong as what he had felt for Kuroo before they had completed their own bond.

He suddenly wondered what would have happened if Bokuto and Akaashi would have been there that night. If they had been there with Kuroo, would he have tried to call for all of them? Would they have heeded the call?

Would either of them accept now if he requested a courtship?

"You okay?" Kuroo whispered a few minutes later as Bokuto was loudly ordering and Akaashi was calming him down. Kenma nodded quickly. He wasn't sure how to bring this up but he certainly wasn't going to do so without talking to Kuroo first. In his mind, Kuroo was the head alpha of his circle and Kuroo's input was important. If Kuroo didn't approve, the bond would not be sealed. Would not even be mentioned.

He wasn't going to tell him here, not with the other two sitting across from him and not knowing what was going on.

"So, Kenma-san," Akaashi started as he got Bokuto calm once more, "we haven't seen you since you presented. Is everything going okay?"

Kenma looked up, briefly meeting Akaashi's slate eyes and then looked away just as quickly. Akaashi saw more than most people. Akaashi analyzed. One wrong move could instantly alert the other boy that something was going on. "Fine."

"He actually felt a pull toward a couple of kids at Karasuno," Kuroo cut in, probably sensing that Kenma was feeling uncomfortable. The glance he shot Kenma confirmed it. He didn't know why Kenma was feeling the apprehension, but he would help.

"Karasuno…" Bokuto started, his brow scrunching like he was trying to remember something. He shook his head a moment later with a pout on his lips. "Never heard of it."

Kuroo laughed, "Yeah, well, Karasuno and Nekoma used to have a big rivalry. Their team fell into a slump the last few years, but they're doing pretty well now. There's this kid, shorter than Kenma, who can hit quicks like you've never seen."

"Really?" Bokuto asked excitedly. "I want to see!"

Kuroo shrugged, "Only way that could happen is if you make it to Nationals. And so do they."

Bokuto began to whine loudly, but Akaashi stopped it with a few short words. "Not necessarily," his voice was flat, "Talk to your coach about getting them an invite to the summer camp." He winced as Bokuto gasped loudly at "how great of an idea that was!", and then glanced at Kenma. "It would also give Kenma more time to verify his interest."

"Eh, he already ruled one out," Kuroo shrugged, "And the other seems a little…touchy. But we can always try."

Bokuto hooted loudly and Kuroo laughed at his friend. Kenma's eyes wandered over to Akaashi yet again, only to see them studying him intently. Kenma averted his gaze and let his hand slowly wander toward Kuroo's pocket. He just managed to brush against the DS when his mate clamped his hand down on his wrist. "Kenma!"

Kenma wasn't sure how to bring it up. Did he just blurt it out? Should he give some hints and see if Kuroo figured it out himself? He knew Kuroo and Bokuto were good friends – hadn't he asked if Kuroo felt attached to anyone, anyone that Kenma could consider? Kuroo had said no. So maybe he didn't want to even think about being attached to the two friends.

"Just tell me," Kuroo finally said when they returned home that night. Kenma glanced up, confused. "Whatever it is you're trying to work through in that over thinking brain of yours." Kuroo's eyes were sharp as they slid over Kenma's face. "Hmm, you were fine on the train. Edgy in the crowds. Nothing new there. But as we ate…you aren't the most talkative person, Kenma, but you usually at least make an attempt. Especially with Bo and Akaashi."

Kenma began to fidget with the sleeves of his oversized sweatshirt as he looked somewhere around Kuroo's feet. "I, um, feel something. Toward Bokuto and Akaashi."

He saw Kuroo's left foot take a startled step forward. "Wait, what? Toward Bo? And Akaashi? Really?"

Kenma scowled at that tone. He hated that tone. That was Kuroo's 'not reveal anything' tone. It usually didn't work on Kenma, but only if Kenma could look at Kuroo's face. He might be able to pull a blank face with other people, but Kenma could always read him. If he wanted to know an answer… he looked up quickly, seeing the astonishment in Kuroo's eyes and…a faint tug at the corner of his mouth. Happy. Kuroo was happy?

"It felt…" Kenma started, feeling slightly better about his next words, "…like the bond was already waiting to be formed. Kind of like…"

"Ours," Kuroo said, the smile becoming more pronounced. "Damn, kitten. You sure do know how to pick them."

"Kuro-"

"Have you seen Akaashi? I mean, I wasn't kidding when I agreed with Bo about how pretty he is. And Bo's arms…and those thighs…"

"Kuro!" Kenma cut in, a bright blush on his face at the words that fell out of his mate's mouth. Kuroo laughed, walking forward and wrapping his arms around Kenma tightly.

"Well, at least now I know why you were panicking. I don't understand it, but eh, when do I?" Kenma scowled. "Well, I can't say I'm upset about it. I guess now it's just up to them."

Kenma felt himself pale. This was the part he and Kuroo had skipped. He hadn't requested that Kuroo consider him for a courtship. He had not had to wait for an answer. Had not even had to go through the courting process. He and Kuroo had just sealed a bond that was already there. Even if he was able to feel a similar bond with Bokuto and Akaashi, there was no way to guarantee that the two had any of the same feelings toward him and Kuroo.

"You're panicking again," Kuroo said gently, staring down at Kenma and pursing his lips in amusement. Kenma moved to hit him in the stomach but Kuroo jumped back with a smirk. "Kenma, Bo and Akaashi both know you. They'll understand if you do things a little differently."

Kenma scowled, knowing exactly what Kuroo was implying. "I am not asking them in a message, Kuroo."

"Why not?" Kuroo asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, maybe not in one of your usual messages. But I'm sure you can think of something," he teased. Kenma scowled. Kuroo had always laughed at him for his message grammar and spelling.

"There is no way I'm doing that."

"Whatever you say, kitten."

Kenma: I nd hlp

Akaashi: Is everything alright, Kenma-san?

Kenma: hw should I ask some1 2 consider my circle

Akaashi calling

Kenma stared at the phone as it lit up in his hand. He should have known this would happen. "Hello," he muttered as he placed the phone to his ear.

"Kenma," Akaashi said, his tone amused. Kenma pulled the phone away from his ear in surprise as the ever polite Akaashi dropped the honorific. "You are aware I am not an omega, correct?"

Kenma sighed loudly, his cheeks burning. "I know."

"Did you not ask Kuroo-san?"

"No," Kenma admitted, wondering just how much Kuroo had told the two of them about the night Kenma presented. "The bond was already partially formed when I presented."

There was silence on the other end of the line and Kenma briefly wondered if the call had been disconnected. "That is…very fortunate, Kenma," Akaashi finally said bluntly. "I can see why you are asking, though I am not sure why you are asking me. Are we talking about the person from Karasuno?"

Kenma pulled his legs up to his chest and closed his eyes. This just kept getting more and more awkward. "No."

There was another bout of silence before Kenma heard another sigh, "I admit I am confused," Akaashi said, sounding as if it was the last thing he wanted to admit. "Have you met someone new within the last week? I do not remember another person being mentioned."

Kenma didn't answer as he wasn't sure what to say. Honestly, he hadn't really expected Akaashi to ask many questions. He usually just gave Kenma an answer whenever Kenma asked him something.

Kenma: kuro just relized he nds 2 pck uni. Wnts me 2 hlp

Akaashi: Tell Kuroo-san that you will support him no matter which university he decides to work toward. You won't be the first mated pair that are separated do to school.

Kenma: how do u trn some1 tht has never playd vb & acts like child

Akaashi: You just need to work with them, Kenma-san. You will have to be patient. Have Kuroo-san and Yaku-san take over whenever you start to feel like it is too much.

So why was he asking him questions now, of all times? "I already knew them," Kenma finally muttered, realizing he had been silent too long and Akaashi was waiting for an answer.

"Interesting," was the immediate response and Kenma had a distinct feeling he had been outplayed. His eyes narrowed instinctively in response. "Well, all I can tell you is that you already know this person, they will likely be aware that you coming forward will make you uncomfortable. I do not doubt they will understand if you do so using less…conventional means."

Kenma mentally sighed, "That's what Kuroo said," he admitted.

"Well, Kuroo-san isn't always wrong," Akaashi said lightly, though there was a somewhat serious undertone to his voice. "If he believes that this person wouldn't be upset, then I would trust him."

Kenma sighed once more and bid Akaashi goodbye. He guessed he might as well do it now – it couldn't blow up in his face when Akaashi himself told him to do it, right?

Kenma: I would like to ask your consideration for a courtship.

Kenma winced as soon as he hit the send button. Was that too blunt? He had typed it out fully, had used punctuation. Was it too forward? Would they even respond? Should he have sent it to them individually instead of in a chat?

He jumped as his phone began to ring. With a shaking hand, he lifted it toward his eye-line and let out a sigh when he saw who was calling. He answered it and pressed it to his ear, not bothering to say hello. "The chat, kitten?"

"I panicked," Kenma muttered. Kuroo laughed down the line and Kenma felt his face flush.

"Yeah, well, I'm on my way back," Kuroo told him with a smile in his voice. "The training wasn't too bad today – I think we can have him start during the training camp."

Kenma really didn't care about their tall middle blocker at the moment. He was pretty sure he just heard the message tone come through and he really, really didn't think he wanted to look at it. He felt his breath come faster at the thought. What if they rejected him? What if they didn't even know what he was saying? It would ruin everything.

"Hey, Kenma, breath," Kuroo's voice cut into the fog that was slowly overtaking his brain. "Look, I'm only a few minutes away. Just stay on the phone and we'll look at it together, alright?"

Kenma didn't respond but he kept the phone pressed to his ear as Kuroo started rambling about Lev's training and that Kuroo had spoken to the coach about Karasuno joining the training camp. Coach had thought it was a great idea and was going to talk to the other coaches to see about getting them an invitation.

"Alright, I'm here," Kuroo said and Kenma could hear the front door opening and closing down the hall. His door swung open only a moment later and Kuroo walked in with what Kenma thought was supposed to be a reassuring smile on his face. "You can put the phone down, kitten. I already hung up," Kuroo stated gently, reaching out and pulling the phone away from Kenma's ear. Kenma didn't look toward the phone, knowing that there were messages waiting there. He had heard the tone go off multiple times when Kuroo had been speaking. Kuroo crawled up onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, and pulled Kenma toward him. Kenma moved easily, settling between Kuroo's legs and pressing his back firmly into his mate's chest. Kuroo tilted his head down, nuzzling into Kenma's neck and lightly biting the mating mark. Kenma gasped loudly, tilting his head more to the side and relaxing against the other boy.

"Alright, let's see," Kuroo said gently, grabbing his own phone and holding it in front of Kenma so they could both read it.

Bokuto: UH, ARNT U ALRDY MATED?

Akaashi: I do not believe he was speaking to Kuroo-san, Bokuto-san.

Bokuto: EH?

Bokuto: WAIT WHAT

Akaashi: Kenma, please wait one moment. I promise we will not leave you waiting for long.

Kenma groaned, closing his eyes and turning toward Kuroo. Kuroo's hand moved toward his hair, smoothing it down comfortingly. "It's fine, kitten. I'm sure Akaashi just wanted to speak to Bokuto before they said anything. I'm sure you noticed that the two are…close."

Kenma nodded against Kuroo's chest. The two stayed in that position for about five minutes, Kenma getting more and more anxious by the second. Kuroo seemed to be getting worried. He kept flexing the hand that was around Kenma's waist and his breath was becoming heavier. Both of them jumped when Kuroo's phone began to ring loudly.

Kuroo grabbed it and let out a deep breath before quickly answering, "Bo?...yeah, we're both here…uh, yeah, hold on."

Kuroo moved the phone back in front of Kenma and set it on speaker. "Alright," he said, slightly too loudly, in Kenma's ear.

"Eh, hold on," Bokuto muttered, "Akaashi told me how to do this but I don't…ah! Here it is! Akaashi? Are you there?! Did I do it?!"

"You did, Bokuto-san," Akaashi's voice rang out. Kenma winced back into Kuroo.

"Were you trying to figure out how to do a three-way call?" Kuroo asked, sounding amused. Kenma contemplated hitting him. Was this really the time for that?

"Well, I did it!" Bokuto said loudly.

"That you did, Bokuto-san," Akaashi agreed though Kenma could hear the slight impatience in his voice. "Kuroo-san? Is Kenma-san with you?"

"I already asked that!" Bokuto protested loudly before Kuroo, or Kenma, could answer. "I wouldn't have added you in if he wasn't!"

Akaashi didn't bother replying to Bokuto, "Kenma?"

Kenma didn't know if he could speak. There seemed to be something lodged in his throat – something about the size of a volleyball. His mouth was dry. He was pretty sure those black dots weren't there a minute ago. "Uh, Kenma, you need to speak," Kuroo muttered.

Kenma took a deep breath, "Here," he finally was able to squeak.

"Woah, Kenma, are you okay?!" Bokuto yelled.

"He's nervous, Bokuto-san," Akaashi reprimanded. "Remember?"

"Oh, right. Hey! Kenma! You don't need to be nervous! I mean, 'kaashi and I both-"

"Bokuto-san and I would like to accept your offer," Akaashi stated, louder than he usually would as he was talking over Bokuto. Bokuto wailed loudly, "I was going to say that!" but Akaashi continued, "It would please both of us to enter a courtship with your circle."

Kenma felt a smile break free and Kuroo whooped loudly. "You two had us worried for a moment!" Kuroo told the two of them, his own smile bright on his face. Kenma hummed in agreement.

"Wh- seriously?! Come on, bro, I told you Kenma was cute! And we – we're like – bro's!"

"Maybe the 'bro' thing is what was throwing them off, Bokuto-san," Akaashi teased.

"KAASHI!"

"We do have things we need to speak about," Akaashi said, once again ignoring Bokuto who was whimpering in the background. "I believe it would be easier face to face. It will be difficult to find times to meet with class and practice."

"We can do Saturday afternoons," Kuroo spoke, "We have morning practice and usually we just spend Saturday's at the house."

Kenma mentally sighed. He did want to spend time with Akaashi and Bokuto and he agreed that Saturday afternoons were probably the best, but he wasn't exactly thrilled to let go of his time away from people. "We have practice until one or so," Akaashi said slowly, "It is usually about two once we clean up after practice, so that should work whenever we do not have practice matches or games. But I do not think Kenma would be happy to spend time in the city each week."

Kuroo shot Kenma a smile and Kenma himself blinked in surprise that Akaashi already knew him so well. "Yeah!" Bokuto agreed. "Why don't we just meet at someone's house and hang out there? We could watch movies or play games that Kenma likes!"

"It would take an hour by train to leave from your house, Bokuto-san. And almost two from mine," Akaashi admitted. Wow. Kenma hadn't been aware Akaashi lived that far away.

"We could switch off," Kuroo commented slowly. "I mean, as long as your families wouldn't mind. Our practice ends before yours, so we could easily be at the school when you finish practice. That way we wouldn't be crowding the same house each week and we could split the time."

"Yeah! Kenma can meet my mom!" Bokuto exclaimed. "She's going to love you! She's met Kuroo, and Akaashi, but I've never got Kenma over!"

Kenma blushed as Kuroo and Akaashi began to chuckle. "My parents have never met Akaashi," Kuroo agreed in amusement, "And Kenma's always complain that I'm the only one Kenma has ever brought home, so I know they'll be excited."

"I-" Akaashi broke off and cleared his throat awkwardly, making Kenma's eyes narrow at the phone. Akaashi wasn't awkward. Akaashi was never awkward. "I am sorry, but I do not believe my parents would be…willing to host us."

"That's okay," Kuroo said when it was apparent no one knew what to say to those words. Kenma was chewing on his bottom lip. Did that mean Akaashi didn't think his family would approve of them? Would this be a problem for the other boy?

"It really is not, Kuroo-san," Akaashi admitted. "But it has nothing to do with any of you. I'm afraid my family is very…traditional."

Traditional?

At one point, omega's were thought to be the lowest on the pecking order. They were used primarily for breeding. Many families would sell their omega family members to the highest buyer once they presented. If that alpha spent the omega's first heat with them a bond would be formed, willing or not. The pull that omega's felt, the pull that in current society was the foundation for circles, had been largely ignored.

But as times moved forward, the role of the omega had shifted to be as it was today. However, there were still a small number of people that believed the pull omega's felt was just an illusion and that omega's should not be able to dictate who they mated to.

"I have largely escaped that fate by being a beta," Akaashi continued smoothly. "My older brother is an alpha and my parents selected a…partner for him. A friend of my mother's had a daughter that presented as an omega and they established a contract that tied her to my brother. I also have an older sister who presented as an omega when I was seven. She was contracted out to a business partner of my father."

Kenma scrunched up his nose in disgust at the words. He had heard of things like that still happening, but he hadn't known it was so…close. "Well," Kuroo said, clearing his throat. "I suppose it was a blessing that you presented as a beta."

"A complete disappointment to my family," Akaashi agreed, sounding happy about the fact. "I believe they thought I would present as an omega and had someone lined up for the moment I presented. Now they mostly leave me be."

"I think that's a good thing," Bokuto said, his voice unusually solemn.

Akaashi agreed, "Anyway, I do not like the thought of Kenma being around my parents or my brother. I would appreciate meeting somewhere outside of my household."

"Agreed," Kuroo grunted.

"We can meet at my house!" Bokuto yelled out happily. "My mom would love it!"

"Okay," Kenma agreed, his first contribution to this exchange. He was finally beginning to feel somewhat comfortable and the mortification was slowly fading. Instead, it seemed to be replaced by a sense of warmth at the thought of Bokuto being so excited to introduce him to his mother and Akaashi's desire to keep him away from people that could potentially harm him – even if those people were his family.

"YES!"

"We should be finished practicing and ready to leave the school by two," Akaashi agreed, "If you don't mind meeting us there, we can travel to Bokuto-san's home together."

"Can't you drop the san, Akaashi?" Bokuto whined. "We're in a courtship-"

"We are not yet mated, Bokuto-san."

Kenma felt a smile cross his face once again at the words. Yet. Akaashi had said they weren't yet mated. That meant he thought this was far more than just a courtship. Kuroo seemed to catch the word choice as well and he smiled at Kenma softly before planting a kiss on the top of his head. "I noticed that Kenma doesn't get the same treatment," Kuroo teased a moment later.

"I have no idea what you mean, Kuroo-san," Akaashi retaliated. "Now, I believe we have covered all we need to at the moment. I will plan to see you on Saturday."

Bokuto laughed as Akaashi ended the call. "I think you embarrassed him, Kuroo."

"Eh," Kuroo shrugged, making Kenma's head bounce. Kenma let out a small growl in annoyance. "That's alright. I bet he's cut when embarrassed."

Bokuto cheered at that and the three bid each other goodbye. Kuroo ended the call and pulled Kenma closer to him as the younger boy reached for the abandoned DS on the bed. "Do you have homework?" Kuroo asked him. Kenma didn't bother responding. They both knew he did and they both knew he wouldn't do it now, not after the stress of the last hour. Kuroo let out a chuckle as Kenma flipped on the DS. "You have an hour. Then I'm taking it until you finish."