Kenma/Kuroo, Lev's apology
When Kuroo comes over later that night, the first thing he does, upon walking without knocking into Kenma’s bedroom, is to hold out a wrapped package. Kenma is immediately both excited and suspicious. Excited because, given the shape of the package, and its intended recipient, it can only be a new game for his POP. But he also knows Kuroo, and knows that as much as Kuroo likes to dote on him, new games are saved for special occasion -- holidays and bribes. It’s not Kenma’s birthday and it’s not New Year’s. He eyes Kuroo and the cheerful silver bow warily.
“It’s from Lev,” Kuroo says, which does absolutely nothing to alleviate Kenma’s suspicions. “He says, and I quote, ‘I’m really really really really sorry, Kenma-san!’ Four ‘really’s. I counted. He sounded very sincere.” He shakes the box lightly at Kenma.
Kenma had finished his most recent game just that morning. As a result, he’s been wondering, since he got home, what to do for the evening. He’d considered restarting an old game, or EV training a competitive team on Pokémon OmegaRuby, but neither idea really caught his interest.
He wants that new game.
Kenma reaches with eager fingers and pulls the box out of Kuroo’s grasp, ignoring the way Kuroo laughs at his reaction, and he unwraps it hastily, flipping it to read the title. He freezes.
“Well well, look at that,” Kuroo drawls, reading the title over Kenma’s shoulder. “Isn’t that the new one you’ve been looking forward to?”
It is. Kenma’s been excited about it for months. It only came out three days previous and between volleyball practice and Kenma’s distaste for line-ups and crowds, he hasn’t managed to get his hands on a copy yet.
“That’s it! That’s the new-video-game face!” Kuroo crows, and he whips out his phone and snaps a picture before Kenma can scowl at him or turn his head away.
“Stop it, Kuro. Delete that.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Kenma ignores him in favour of opening the box. The plastic casing opens with a very satisfying crackle and Kenma’s excitement starts to bubble over. He plugs the game into his console, curls his toes against his blankets, and starts to play.
At some point, Kuroo wraps himself around Kenma’s back and tangles their feet together. He rests his chin on Kenma’s shoulder, and watches him play.
“You seem happy.” His chest vibrates against Kenma’s shoulders.
Without taking his eyes off of the little screen, Kenma says, “I’m still mad at Lev.”
Kuroo laughs and kisses his neck.