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Kuroo enjoyed driving, or at least, always claimed to. That was what made the occurrence of Kuroo asking Kenma to drive so strange. Kuroo opened the door of the passenger side.
Before Kuroo had a chance to answer, the traffic light turned green. Go left. They drove in silence for a while, the only sound from the radio that Kuroo kept insistently changing the stations of. He was quiet, lips pursed together and eyes looking out the window as though he were contemplating the meaning of life itself. Kenma bit his lip in concern. Just how lucky I am to have a soulmate like you. If Kuroo wanted to tell him what was really on his mind, he would.
Are you serious? Perhaps he should have made it a spoken understanding. He had to focus instead on how to fix it. Was this why Kuroo had been acting so strange and distant lately? But I mean it. Kuroo sniffled beside him before replying. Kenma took his hand into his own again. Kenma lightly shook his head. You can talk to me. Kuroo carried their basket and led Kenma by the hand around the park until he finally picked a spot by a lake, pulling their rug from on top of the basket and setting it down before they began to eat in a comfortable silence.
It was beautiful. The day was perfect, not a single cloud overhead, just an expanse of blue that seemed to go infinitely in all directions. Oak trees lined the park, their leaves shades of warm golds and bright reds, signs that Winter was on its way. It was a very pretty spot that Kuroo had brought them to. I went with him to pick out a ring. Akaashi was extremely observant, especially when it came to matters of his heart being Bokuto. And Bokuto was far from subtle.
Talks about it every day. They lapsed back into silence, finishing their sandwiches while looking over the lake. Kuroo hummed in agreement. Kenma dug through the bag until he had procured the cake, the candle and some matches, setting it up and lighting the flame, pushing it towards Kuroo before the wind had a chance to blow out. Kuroo promptly scrunched his eyes together, something he did every year while making his birthday wish, and blew out the candle.
Kenma shuffled over on the rug until he was pressed against Kuroo, and leant up to press a kiss to his jaw. What the fuck, Kenma. After an indeterminate amount of time passed, Kenma began to feel Kuroo slightly tremble underneath him. He lifted his head. Kenma tilted his head to the side. Kenma shrugged. There were no obligations.
No work. No meetings. Nothing pressing he had to spend his day on. He cracked his eyes open slowly, the room bathed in a soft, warm glow.
The sun was up. He supposed that meant that he should get up, too. Kenma lazily reached across for Kuroo, but instead only felt cold sheets underneath his hand.
He patted around for a few more moments, as though he had just missed Kuroo, but alas, felt nothing. He opened his eyes the whole way, taking in the full sight of their empty bed.
Kuroo usually waited for Kenma to get up on Saturdays, perhaps today was an exception. The bed felt cold and lonely without him, though. Kenma thought he was ridiculous for thinking that. He arched his back in a gratuitous stretch before pulling the coverlet down, and rolling out of bed in a relatively ungraceful manner. He had never been known for being a morning person.
Soon after, he was padding down the corridor to the living room and kitchen, hopefully where Kuroo was. Kenma slowly approached, making Kuroo aware of his presence as he sat down next to him on the lounge, legs brushing together. Kuroo shook his head, his eyes appearing to become glassy, perhaps a trick of the light. Kenma could feel his heart racing in his chest.
It made him feel ill, his stomach twisting into unpleasant knots, bile threatening to spill out of his throat. Kenma wished he could take whatever was ailing him away.
Uncertainty was not something Kenma had ever attributed with Kuroo, and right now it was terrifying him. His heart continued to beat rapidly in his chest, threatening to burst out of his ribcage.
Kenma huffed. It was true. The sky was blue. The sun would rise tomorrow. Kenma could never hate Kuroo. The silence was deafening. He had to. Kuroo was shaking underneath him; it seemed as though he were crying too. This only served to make Kenma cry harder, holding Kuroo tighter. Kenma squeezed Kuroo tighter to his chest. Hours passed with neither of them willing to let go of the other.
How could he? Shock had overtaken his system, his mind seemingly unable to compute. And Kuroo. God, what was Kuroo even feeling? Or thinking? He thought Kenma was going to hate him for this, had been carrying this all on his own. He still loved him more than he did yesterday. Besides, Kenma had a glimmer of hope in him. They still had their soulmate marks.
As long as Kuroo never told Kenma he loved him, everything would be okay. That was how soulmate marks worked. As long as they continued just as they always had, it would be fine. Not that Kenma had thought of yet. If the enemy was invisible, Kenma at least had to hear about what he was facing. Kuroo looked back at Kenma. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, his nose and cheeks a blotchy red, and his hair dishevelled. The main symptom was muscle weakness.
Degeneration of the body. Symptoms increasing in severity over time. The doctors said it was hard to estimate. Probably fourteen months max. They were still soulmates, he was still Kuroo.
Kenma still loved him. Yes, to people who were strangers to him, he would come off that way. Nothing except mumbling and downturned eyes, escaping their judgemental gazes.
That was the Kozume Kenma that most people knew. But there was also the Kenma who was comfortable with people enough to show his more passionate side. To see the sparkle in his eyes; to hear the elevation of his voice when he spoke about something he truly cared about.
He was sure in moments like that, he even reached the volume of Bokuto. Or so he had been told. That was the only connection Kenma could make between moments such as those.
Akaashi sighed, placing his mug back onto the table of the small cafe they were residing in. For the both of you. Kenma ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends in frustration. It was good for the both of them to catch up and have fun while they could. It also gave Akaashi the proper chance to catch up with Kenma, something he himself had promised Kuroo that he would. Not that Kenma was supposed to know that, either. Kuroo was just ridiculously transparent. Akaashi sighed. That irked Kenma a lot.
Kenma slammed his mug back down onto the table, causing hot chocolate to splash out of the side and drip down, spilling on the table. Not when Akaashi was asking like Kuroo was already gone. So both of us are fucked, really. Akaashi lifted one hand to readjust his glasses. Kenma knew what he was thinking. He must be handling this terribly. What can I say to make it better? He was just trying to be a good friend. Kenma sighed again. It was Friday night, their supposed date night.
It felt like a lifetime ago. But the weather was too cold for that now, the midst of Winter bringing an unshakeable frost with it. Kenma tried not to dwell on the fact that in the more recent months, Kuroo was becoming frail, shaking at the first signs of a cold draft.
The thermostat in their apartment was constantly set to warm, there was no point tempting fate by not being precautious. Holding date night from the warm familiarity of their own apartment was a much safer option. We can go real stargazing at a different time.
In Summer, at least. This one filled with old streaming equipment such as cameras and mics that Kenma thought he threw away while in university. There was no way all these boxes were navigable. Close your eyes. Once he had grabbed his prized possession and placed the box back where it belonged, he walked out of the wardrobe.
Sure enough, Kuroo was still seated on the bed, eyes screwed shut and tapping his fingers against the bed. He truly was the cutest person Kenma had ever laid eyes upon. He took a step back from Kuroo. He always stored them here, in case one of his remotes ran out. There were a few batteries left in it, Kenma grabbing three to place into the device, flicking it on once to reveal that it was indeed still working.
He walked back to Kuroo, nudging his legs apart so Kenma could sit between them, and act as a human blanket. Once he was seated, he placed the globe back down onto the bed, illuminating their room once again into a galaxy.
Kenma fiddled with it for a moment, pressing the buttons underneath to change the colours of their star globe from purple to a brilliant blue. Kenma looked around the room, it was just as he remembered the lights being, a magical spiral engulfing the room in a strew of stars, a galaxy just for him and Kuroo.
The reflection of the stars in his eyes was so beautiful, so exquisite that Kenma wanted to commit the image to memory, let it be ingrained in his mind for the rest of eternity. Kuroo disrupted their silence eventually, Kenma instantly back to an alert state. They had already jumped that hurdle. Kuroo took a deep breath, Kenma feeling his chest rise underneath him. I want to tell you, at least once.
Kenma was well-aware that it was a delusional thought. In his mind, he knew what was bound to happen. But no one had informed his heart. Kenma bit his bottom lip. Am I just supposed to accept it? But he was being honest: how was he supposed to accept that his other half was going to leave? He wanted to do everything in his power to prevent it, including defying fate. They lapsed back into silence, a heavy guilt hanging between the two of them that neither knew how to breach.
Kenma could all but feel Kuroo thinking, the blue light making his perplexed expression clearer. Kuroo had always worn his emotions on his sleeve, Kenma wondered if he knew how transparent he was, sometimes. After all, they had a lot to be worried about. It was a small joy to use them. A soft rage bubbled in his chest at the thought of Kuroo trying to protect him from this. Was that why he wanted to tell him he loved him? So he could say it was the end?
Kuroo huffed, holding Kenma tighter against his chest. Kuroo over here mentions you at least five times a visit. If Kenma had it his way, he would have grilled this Dr. Yamazaki for as much information as possible immediately. Perhaps that was why Kuroo had tried to keep them separate for so long, giving Kenma ample time to process and come to his own conclusions before giving him a chance to hound a doctor.
The doctor laughed. Kenma wondered if he should be doing the same. Kuroo had asked if he wanted to wait in the car. Nothing major, just bloods. Kuroo nodded, pushing himself out of his seat in the private meeting room they currently resided in. Kenma shuffled to get up and go with them, but the doctor interjected.
Then we can discuss the plan from here. At least Kenma had a reason to dislike him now. He never had taken a liking to anybody who tried to separate him from Kuroo. Kenma looked up at Kuroo, concern written clearly in the crease of his brows. Help yourself to the biscuits on my desk.
With that, Kuroo and Dr. Yamazaki departed the room, rendering Kenma alone in the office.
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