![]() Kuroo’s teacher blew her whistle, signifying that Kuroo’s class had to go back inside. “Yeah.” Kenma hummed, but he didn’t like it that Kuroo was up on top of the monkey bars where he could get hurt. “Look Kenma! I’m way taller than you now!” “I can climb on top too!” Kuroo victoriously cheered, swinging his legs up so that they latched on top of another rung and then hoisting himself up with the combined effort of his feet so that he sat like a bird on top of the metal. Besides, Kenma never seemed to have the right words anyway. He wasn’t going to yell at Kuroo that he did good. Kenma clapped quietly, smiling just a little. He swung them down low, and then jumped into the air, hands swinging back up and latching onto the monkey bars victoriously. “Watch this Kenma!” He cheered, and lifted his hands high into the air. Kenma just nodded and followed Kuroo dutifully across the playground. Today, however, Kuroo boasted about having grown over the weekend, and wanted to show Kenma that he could reach the money bars all by himself. Kenma would take his sandals off and dump out the sand from the sidewalk and the rest of the playground, and Kuroo would take wood chips and leaves and see how many he could use to clog a hole in the cork-board-esque flooring of the slide platform. Kuroo and Kenma, though, perched at the top of the slide. The slide was quiet, compared to the rest of the playground, most of the kids only climbing up and falling down once before the temporary adrenaline wasn’t enough for them, and they decided they would rather play “infected” or “cops and robbers” instead. They didn’t always have recess together - what with Kuroo being one year older - but sometimes the teachers would overlap just so, and the two would have ten minutes to see each other at school. Kuroo and Kenma usually hung out together on the playground during recess on the slide. Kenma stepped back, wiped his golden eyes, and basked in Kuroo’s bright smile. Kenma just clung around his waist, crinkling the fabric of his tshirt and they were crying in Kuroo’s backyard, the soccer ball having been long forgotten.Įventually Kuroo sniffled and let Kenma go. The taller boy had one hand around his waist and the other snaking up around his shoulders clad in a red hoodie and resting gently on his neck right where his hair ended. Then Kuroo was hugging Kenma and Kenma was wiping his snotty nose on his dumb basketball shirt in secret, and Kuroo was crying into his hair. “It’s too late! Look what you did!” Kuroo sobbed, wiping at tears as they leaked out of his eyes. He didn’t want Kuroo to cry! Kuroo was his best friend. “Kenma if you cry, I’m gonna cry!” Kuroo sniffed, wiping at his dark eyes with a dirty, outdoor stained hand. Now it was because Kuroo wasn’t even mad at him, but Kenma still hated that Kuroo had gotten hurt because of him and that made him in the simplest terms: sad. “Don’t cry! I’m alright! I promise! Kenma noooo!” He cried.įirst it was because he hit Kuroo and he felt so bad. “Wait… Kenma… are you… crying?” He gasped and shook his head, using his tiny eight year old hands to wipe away Kenma’s soppy tears. “I- I’m good,” Kuroo wheezed, rubbing his stomach and looking up at Kenma. “I’m sorry!” He wailed, waving his hands around Kuroo and making sure he hadn’t actually hurt his best friend. Kenma immediately felt guilty tears flood his eyes and he sprinted over to Kuroo’s side. Kuroo doubled over in pain, grabbing his chest with a wild shriek. Maybe he used too much force, because the tough ball went flying towards Kuroo, smacking him right in the stomach. Still, he went to retrieve the ball and kicked it back to Kuroo. Kuroo kicked the ball too far away, and Kenma huffed in annoyance, black hair flying around his face with the motion. It was nice - being quiet, not moving, being enraptured by something on his handheld. At seven, Kenma was discovering the meaning of “lazy” and while Kuroo hadn’t adopted the policy yet, Kenma felt a certain attachment to it. They were playing outside, kicking around a soccer ball with little effort and groaning when it rolled too far out of reach and they had to chase it to go get it. The first time Kuroo had ever hugged Kenma, the little boy hadn’t known exactly what to do.
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