Kuroo x Kenma | Sick day
Kenma's head was pounding, it felt like someone was throwing rocks at his skull in an attempt to annoy him. He sat up in bed, being met by the overwhelming feeling of nausea that began in the pit of his stomach and shoved it's ugly and unwanted self all throughout his body, finally settling once it reached the top of his head, leaving him with that spinning headache. He let out a long deep breath through his nose, or at least attempted to, because what was supposed to be a sigh instead sounded like a nasally whistling sound that made him cringe.
Kenma was sick, but what he didn't realize was how painfully obvious his current state was. His eyes were reddened, with hollow purplish bags beneath them, his cheeks were flushed a bright red color, and his forehead was shiny from the sweat that had been collecting there since his fever had begun last night while he was asleep. He was hoping that he could mask his current situation, not wanting to let Kuroo down who would probably be at his house any moment to walk with him to school. Although Kuroo had never said it out loud it was easy to see that every time Kenma wasn't at school he was visibly upset. Not upset at Kenma, he couldn't control when he had doctors appointments or when he was ill, or when he was on vacation. But upset at the lack of his presence. Kenma and him had been best friends for so long that he had gotten used to the constant feeling of him walked beside him, eyes trained on his video game as he played. He didn't want to make Kuroo sad, that was the last thing he wanted to do. So without a second thought, he decided he would hide his illness as best as he could.
He hopped out of bed, rushing to find his school uniform as he had woken up nearly 30 minutes late, giving him but 5 measly minutes to get ready and wait for Kuroo. Kenma snatched the white shirt off of the ground, hastily sliding his arms through the sleeves and beginning to fumble with the buttons, his fingers seeming to move slower than his mind wanted them too. He pushed them through what he thought was their proper holes but he would later find out that he had misaligned a few of them, making him look even more like a mess than he currently was. He grabbed his dark grey pants that were lying in a jumbled mess on the floor, no doubt wrinkled and bunched up, but Kenma didn't have time to attempt to fix them, instead, he slipped them on and zipped them up with haste, as he had only a few minutes till Kuroo arrived. He was practically praying that he wouldn't arrive early and cut his short time to get ready to something almost impossible. He slipped the knit vest over his head, knowing it ruffled up his hair more than it currently was, making him look worse. He scooched his arms through the sleeves of his blazer before snatching his tie off the night stand and tying it in a shitty knot that he knew would get stares from his classmates, but he didn't have time to care at the moment, as he had just heard a knock on his door.
Kenma quickly rushed out of his bedroom and stumbled down the hallway as he rushed to answer the door. His hair was unruly, disobedietnly sticking up even after he had attempted to smooth it on his way to meet Kuroo. His face was flushed and his eyes were droopy, but he had no time to fix that as Kuroo was here to take them to school. Kenma carefully grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to reveal Kuroo, who was in a much better state than he was in currently.
"Kenma?" Kuroo's face fell as he saw his best friend. There was no nicer way to put it, Kenma looked terrible, he looked ill. Kuroo immediately leaned down, placing the back of his hand against Kenma's forehead in an attempt to feel for his temperature. He wanted to yank his hand back as he felt his friends burning skin, but he didn't.
"Kenma your warm, do you feel warm?" He asked in an alarmed tone, piecing together his usually neat friends disheveled appearance, the burning forehead, and not responding to the text he had sent him nearly an hour ago asking if he wanted coffee.
"'M fine, Kuroo," he replied in a breathy tone, about to walk out of the door but he was quickly stopped by Kuroo.
"Kenma, your not wearing shoes, it's pretty clear that your not ok. You're sick," Kuroo continued, motioning at Kenma's feet that were bare, not even a pair of socks. Kenma let out a sigh, knowing that any chance of masking how he was feeling had failed.
"'M fine," he tried once again, hoping that the taller boy would just drop it and start walking to school with him.
"Kitten, listen to me. You're ill," Kenma couldn't tell if it was the way Kuroo had said it, or the words themself, but Kenma felt a shiver run through his body, and it wasn't due to the fever. Kitten. Kuroo had called him Kitten.
"O-ok," the blond mumbled quietly in response, swallowing hard as he looked down to his feet, feeling embarrassed by the way his cheeks were flushing red.
"You like that, don't you?" Kuroo had asked cockily, bringing his hand to Kenma's hair, toying his fingers around a lock.
"Shut up," he mumbled in reply, hoping that the redness from his fever would mask the lovely pink blush that spread across his cheeks.
"Alright, alright, kitten. Let's get you in bed how about that?" He asked, placing a hand on Kenma's back and beginning to lead him down the familiar halls and to his bedroom. There was that word again, kitten. It made him feel soft and loved, a feeling he craved although he would never admit it.