Kuroo & Oikawa, Yoga challenge
There was a bang and a loud curse and then a muffled yell -- “Fucking hell, Oikawa, since when do you ever lock your door?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Oikawa called back cheerfully as he went to open the door, “but you should learn to respect other people’s spaces, Tetsu-chaaan. Not everyone is as forgiving as I am you know.”
Kuroo rolled his eyes and shouldered past Oikawa into his room to flop languidly across his bed. Oikawa’s eye twitched, but instead of making it into a battle he sat primly on his desk chair instead, raising an eyebrow and waiting for Kuroo to speak.
“Well?” he demanded when impatience got the better of him.
Kuroo sighed dramatically. “Oikawa. I don’t know what to do.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s terrible.” Kuroo sighed again.
Oikawa sat up a little straighter. “Tell me.”
“It’s Kenma.”
Oh no. Something was wrong with Kenma? Were they fighting? Was he sick? Oikawa started to get a little bit worried.
“What happened? Is he okay?”
“He’s a terrible best friend is what he is. He won’t do the Yoga Challenge with me! I told him I needed to do it for my YouTube channel and he won’t do it no matter what I try! I even bribed him with new games and ice cream and he still said no! Can you believe it? I’m heartbroken.” Kuroo pouted as if to exaggerate the emotional state of his heart.
Oikawa clicked his tongue. “Kuroo you ass, I thought something was actually wrong!”
“Something is wrong! I really want to do the Yoga Challenge and Kenma is my Challenge Video Partner but he won’t do it with me. Stop looking at me with that judgey face. I need support. Offer me tea or something.”
Instead, he got an almost-friendly punch to the gut. “You’re a manipulative bastard.”
Kuroo laughed. “Takes one to know one, doesn’t it? And anyway, I’m obviously not manipulative enough, if I couldn’t convince Kenma to do yoga with me.”
“Before you start sulking again, maybe actually think about Kenma trying to do yoga first.”
There was a brief silence, then Kuroo grinned sheepishly and threw an arm across his eyes. “That would be so cute,” he groaned.
“That’s definitely not the point -- wait.” Oikawa paused, tapping a finger to his lip. “You’re right. He’d be adorable.”
“I know, right?”
“Well,” Oikawa waved a hand dismissively, “It’s not surprising. Ken-chan’s always cute.”
“Don’t call him that.”
“You can’t stop me.”
Kuroo stuck his tongue out petulantly, and Oikawa pulled down his eyelid in response.
“But anyway. What’s the Yoga Challenge?”
Kuroo suddenly broke into a grin like the Cheshire Cat and pulled his phone with some difficulty from his back pocket. “C’mere,” he said, holding out an arm, and Oikawa snuggled up next to him on the narrow bed with only minimal elbowing and kicking from both sides.
A few minutes and a few videos later, Oikawa slammed the phone down on the bed.
“Kuroo,” he said, eyes wide and shining, “we have to do that.”
“My friend, I thought you’d never ask.”
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“Hold still,” Kenma said softly, and Kuroo snickered at Oikawa’s wince. Oikawa held up his middle finger and Kuroo just laughed harder.
“I told you that was a bad idea, Kuro,” Kenma reprimanded as he switched out the bloody towel for an icepack, Oikawa yelping when it touched his swollen nose. “I knew somebody was going to get hurt. Neither of you knows how to do yoga.”
Kuroo shrugged. “Yeah, but it’s just Oikawa, right, so who cares.” Oikawa made an indignant noise and Kenma tried to glare but Kuroo caught the small upward twitch of his lips and he winked.
“Did the video turn out well, at least?” Kenma asked, with a small but audible undercurrent of amusement.
Kuroo laughed again. “It’s great. We look awesome. Super sexy.”
Oikawa nodded, and above the bulk to the towel-wrapped icepack, the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Worth it,” he agreed in a nasally voice, and he held his hand up for a high-five.