#kuroken
25,, Β« i want an answer, goddamn it! Β»
it's past midnight when kuroo finally comes home. it's the third time this week his boyfriend came back from work late without any text or call.
kenma's not necessarely jealous, or possessive, but in this case, he can't
help but overthink. why would his dear boyfriend of nearly 10 years refuse to talk to him about whatever he's doing so late at night?
let's be clear, this is definitely not work related, especially if kuroo tries to sneak into their house as quietly as possible.
he sighs as he hears a key being shove into their lock, front door opening oh so slowly kenma almost wants to yell right at him to hurry up.
kuroo slips inside, closes the door quietly and toes of his shoes, unaware of kenma's presence in the living room, staring at him from
their couch.
β mind explaining where the fuck you were? β kenma's tone makes kuroo drop his phone, his keys and his shoulderbag altogether.
β oh, kitten, why are you still up? β kuroo chuckles nervously, approaching kenma slowly.
the blonde glares at him, and it's enough of a warning for kuroo, he stops at the living room's entrance.
β i asked you something. β kenma repeats just as cold, just as annoyed. but kuroo stays quiet, just biting his lowerlip, playing with his loose tie.
kenma would hate to
accuse kuroo of cheating, especially without any proof, but he also can't help but pick up the signs.
he comes home late, replies hours after kenma has texted, constantly avoids conversation about them... it's too much.
kenma is losing his patience, he stands up suddenly to get into kuroo's personal space, throwing his hands in the air as he screams almost.
β i want an answer, goddamn it! where the fuck were you?! β
it shakes up kuroo a little, the raven blinks and his mouth opens and
closes fast as he tries to reach for kenma, but the blonde takes step backs after step backs.
kuroo breathes out while kenma tries as best as he can to not boil with anger.
β was doing improv'... β kuroo eventually mutters as he sits on their couch. he looks exhausted, eyebags
bigger than kenma's could ever be.
kenma's eyebrows pulled together, β you were doing... improv'? β he laughs nervously, his hands no longer waving around but at his hips.
β yeah... i'm trying to be better at speaking in public... β and that sentence makes absolutely no sense
to kenma because kuroo's amazing at speaking in public!?
β i just have this big event coming up, and i don't want to babble or stutter in the mic... β kuroo's blushing. he's blushing and kenma wants to laugh but he senses it's not the right time.
β i didn't want to tell you
because i know you think i'm like... super social and good at being an extrovert but i swear kenma, sometimes i really want the ground to swallow me and! β
kuroo sounds all choked up, and kenma is fast to sit beside him and pull kuroo's face into his neck.
he won't laugh, nor will he judge his boyfriend.
β gosh, and here i thought you were cheating on me... β kenma whispers a few minutes later, when kuroo's panick attack has died down enough.
kuroo pulls away to cup kenma's face, serious as he speaks, β never, do you hear me?
i'd never cheat on you. you're so precious to me kenma, i could never even think of someone else. β
and kenma trusts those words, he grins and nuzzles kuroo's palm, pressing a kiss in the crease between kuroo's thumb and index.