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kuroo has always had a habit of bursting into kenma's room at the worst of times. this, unfortunately, has not changed even now, when a 22-year-old kenma is streaming and the door to his place crashes open.
kenma doesn't even have to look to know who it is.
kenma doesn't even have to look to know who it is.
"i never told you the door combination," kenma mumbles. "how the hell do you know it?"
kuroo ignores him, instead placing a bag of food down in front of him. "you didn't eat lunch," he says. "your stream's been going on four hours now."
"...i had a snack."
"candy doesn't count."
kuroo ignores him, instead placing a bag of food down in front of him. "you didn't eat lunch," he says. "your stream's been going on four hours now."
"...i had a snack."
"candy doesn't count."
the chat is probably blowing up, kenma's sure. variations of 'who could this guy be' and 'omg kenma seems so comfortable with this guy breaking in hahahaha'. kenma frowns at him. "let me finish streaming first. then maybe i'll eat." the food smells pretty good, after all.
he ends the stream and goes over to sit beside kuroo. kuroo pats his lap, and kenma crawls into it, leaning his head back against his chest. "eat," kuroo says. "when's the last time you had a full meal?"
"...two days ago," kenma says with some hesitation.
"fuck, kitten."
"...two days ago," kenma says with some hesitation.
"fuck, kitten."
"it's fine," kenma says, but takes a bite.
"maybe i should just move in," kuroo says. "someone has to make sure you're eating."
"hm." kenma thinks about it for a second. it's not like his house is that small. he has an extra room. he could have food and cuddles every day.
"maybe i should just move in," kuroo says. "someone has to make sure you're eating."
"hm." kenma thinks about it for a second. it's not like his house is that small. he has an extra room. he could have food and cuddles every day.
"your house code is my birthday already," kuroo continues. "so i feel like it's kind of meant to be."
kenma freezes.
kuroo continues, grinning. "i just tried a bunch of random combos, but yaku suggested i try that one, and it worked. i'm glad i'm that important to you."
kenma freezes.
kuroo continues, grinning. "i just tried a bunch of random combos, but yaku suggested i try that one, and it worked. i'm glad i'm that important to you."
"shut up," kenma grumbles, his face turning red.
kuroo just holds on tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "i'm serious, kenma. it makes me happy that you think of me every day. and... nothing would make me happier than to live here, with you. if you'll have me."
kuroo just holds on tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "i'm serious, kenma. it makes me happy that you think of me every day. and... nothing would make me happier than to live here, with you. if you'll have me."
kenma thinks about it for a second, then says, "i guess."
"you guess?!" kuroo says, digging his fingers into kenma's sides to tickle him. "you little shit, that's not romantic at all."
"fine," kenma says. "yes, you can live with me."
"you guess?!" kuroo says, digging his fingers into kenma's sides to tickle him. "you little shit, that's not romantic at all."
"fine," kenma says. "yes, you can live with me."
the euphoria that dawns on kuroo's face is beautiful, kenma thinks, too beautiful. he can't stand to look at it for too long. so he reaches up to kiss it away.
and as kuroo holds him tighter, he thinks, this, every day. for forever.
and as kuroo holds him tighter, he thinks, this, every day. for forever.
