that’s what you’ve deduced from—accidentally, you swear—overhearing kenma on the phone with him. kenma’s fatal flaw is talking on speaker, no matter what, and normally it holds no weight because he refuses to spend more than five minutes on a phone conversation with anyone. and it would this time, too, had it been anyone but kuroo on the other end.
you’re not entirely sure when spending the night at kenma’s flat became a regular friday event, but its somehow turned into routine. you’d pick up take out after work, stop by your place to pick up a bag, then head over to his to watch him stream or take advantage of his netflix subscription. it was normal, nice.
and sometimes your best friend—the ever charming and buddingly successful tetsurou—would call to complain about how left out he felt and how it wasn’t fair you’d choose to stay over there on the one night he’s always required to stay late in the office.
except normally he calls you—notkenma.
so maybe that’s why you paused before entering his room after you got out of the shower. you’re a little nosy, so what? you thought if anything you could get a snicker out of it if you heard him whining about something. except what you heard was,
“tell them about it then, don’t go spewing your guts to me. gross.” kenma clicked his tongue in disgust, something he usually did just because he knew it ground tetsurou’s gears.
“are you crazy? i can’t tell them, they’d just—“
“either tell them you’re in love with them or get over it.” kenma’d sighed. “i start stream in five. i gotta set up.”
beeps signal that kenma’s hung up, and you don’t even realize you’re still frozen in place until he’s walking out of his room and making you jump.
“jeez, chill.” he quirks a brow at you, slouching further in his oversized hoodie. “i was coming to see if you were outta the shower yet because i need to pee before i get started. you gonna watch?”
it takes about two full seconds for you to snap out of it and shake your head no, giving kenma a small smile as you step out of his way.
“no, not tonight.”
a disinterested “‘kay” is all you get before he slides past you on socked feet and shimmies into the bathroom.
either tell them you’re in love with them or get over it.
