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    Kenma couldn't decide if he was grateful or not that Kuroo had not asked again. He wanted to stop hiding things from Kuroo but he was also scared about admitting such things. Though at Kuroo's sudden comment and actions he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and worried. Seeing the other sharpening a weapon wasn't a happy sight just due to the meaning, but also now the little bit of time they were able to spend together was not moments like earlier but rather just being each other's presence. That wasn't a bad thing and Kenma decided he was just getting too greedy again. It was a habit he was trying to stop.


    "It doesn't matter." Kenma said flatly, shrugging his shoulders. "It already happened and it's over now. They didn't make a big deal over it either so I don't really care." Okay, he cared a little bit but there was no point in having Kuroo apologize any further. He was almost tired of all the apologies that had happened lately, then again everything was a bit tiring. It always had been in a way. After speaking he pulled his legs up to the bed and crossed his legs.

    "If you say so," Kuroo said with a sigh, pausing his sharpening and glancing up at Kenma getting comfortable on their shared bed before fixing his gaze back on the sword. "They're quite the characters, those two, but I trust them. Although, I could've gone without Oikawa calling you Pudding-chan," he added with a disapproving pout. He probably was more bothered by the fact that Oikawa had come up with such a cute nickname and he hadn't, and he snuck another glance at the other, wondering how Kenma would react if Kuroo assigned him a cheesy nickname instead. With Kenma it could vary from a swift (yet gentle) kick to an embarrassed blush. Sometimes both. Kuroo was always willing to find out.


    "Kenma, I have a very serious question for you. And you have to answer one hundred percent honestly," he began in a solemn manner, setting the sword aside and facing Kenma with his hands clapped together. "What nickname do you prefer me to use when you fantasize about me?" His lips had formed a teasing grin before he'd even finished his question. Although part of it may have been a continued effort to lighten the mood, it was mostly just Kuroo being the kind of person that he was.

    No way the words would leave his mouth, but seeing Kuroo pouting over Oikawa's stupid nickname for him, he couldn't help but feel a bit satisfied in a way. So far Kuroo had seemed to not come up with that many nicknames and most of them didn't stick so seeing him get almost defensive over a title did make Kenma happy. Kenma had to hold back his smile, which of course he did well. Though there was a clashing thought with the fact he wished Kuroo had come up with such a dumb nickname, as maybe he was okay with the half god calling him that. Either way, he liked and disliked both sides.


    His thoughts were interrupted and a dark blush suddenly dusted his cheeks at Kuroo's words. It was such a sudden and very much embarrassing question to be asked. Kenma's lips parted as he was about to speak and yell at Kuroo for asking that, but no noise left his mouth. The thing was . . . there was a name that he did like to be called, but it was something he'd always ignored. When thinking of Kuroo in many different ways, different moments that would leave him blushing to no end, there was one name. "I don't fantasize about you, Kuroo." He forced himself to say flatly.

    A scowl made its way onto Kuroo's face for a millisecond, but he refused to be put off by Kenma's response. Besides, as much as Kenma had tried to shut him down, the vibrant blush on his cheeks was quite prominent and he had yet to receive a kick of exasperation. "Aww, Kenma, I told you to be a hundred percent honest with me," he reminded the other, the cheshire cat- worthy grin never leaving his lips. "Not even a little? What about that week when we didn't get to see each other at all?" he prompted, because even though that probably didn't seem like a long time of not seeing each other to most people it had felt like an eternity to Kuroo.


    "Besides, you can't only let Oikawa be the one to call you a cute nickname. Have you seen him? He's like, probably related to Aphrodite or something. I'll get super jealous," Kuroo warned. Not that Kuroo was often the jealous sort of person overall, and especially not with Oikawa. But even if it was all said playfully he did want to know if Kenma preferred any sort of nickname, fantasies or no fantasies. Although Kenma could easily see through him, maybe he could guilt trip the other to admit to something.

    His golden eyes never left Kuroo as he tried to sort out all of Kuroo's actions. Everything from his tone of voice to any bit of movement. This was just Kenma's way of finding out what Kuroo was truly trying to do. Kenma knew his face was red which was something he was silently cursing himself for. That blush was only there because all of what Kuroo said was basically true. He'd thought so much for Kuroo even though he had tried to push his thoughts aside. His gaze only ended up sharpening into a glare while his lips formed that cat-like pout before he replied.


    "I am being honest with you Kuroo." Kenma forced himself to say, the familiar tone slipping into his voice like during those moments when Kuroo said something and Kenma was sarcastic, only to get a dramatic response. That was the exact tone he held. "You're just an idiot. If that second idiot can come up with a name so easily, you should know which names I would like." He hadn't exactly meant to let it slip that there was a name or even names he liked, but it had.

    Kuroo raised his eyebrows at the response, because despite being called an idiot and Kenma insisting he was being honest, Kuroo caught on to the implications of what he'd said, even if the other hadn't really meant to. "Are not," he protested almost instinctively, continuing to call Kenma out on the fact that he wasn't being totally honest. The banter was almost too easy, too familiar to the way they would talk when they hadn't been thrust into war. And while he'd really intended for his usual teasing smirk, Kuroo couldn't fight the smile that made its way onto his lips instead.


    He stopped sharpening his sword altogether, mostly done and not thinking he would need to use it anyway. Besides, he was far too entertained with their conversation to think about much else than the way Kenma had been pouting and that there really were nicknames he liked. "So, is that an invitation to call you whatever cute nickname I like until you admit defeat and just tell me? Cause I can definitely do that," he said, laying down on the floor with his arms crossed overhead as a makeshift pillow.

    "What you're getting an invitation to is a straight kick to the face." Kenma refused to stutter or act embarrassed to what Kuroo had said. No, there was no way he was going to let Kuroo call him whatever stupid nickname he wanted to. The smaller boy could argue and have snappy remarks whenever he wanted, it was a skill you needed to be called Kenma, and to deal with idiots like Kuroo. Okay, maybe Kuroo wasn't an idiot but a dork. Just a really big, friendly, too much attractive dork.


    To prove a point to his words, Kenma shifted in his spot on the bed and glared down at Kuroo. He would gladly kick the other in the face right now just to prove his point. Then again what he said wasn't exactly true, or thought. He did like it when Kuroo called him by certain names and only acted annoyed because he wouldn't admit to it. But now by not actually having a true response to what Kuroo had said, the other basically had all the right in the world to call him by whatever nickname he wanted to. Kenma was silently cursing himself for that.

    When Kenma moved to glare down at him Kuroo flashed him a grin, despite the fact that he was very much aware of the vulnerable position he was in. Sprawled across the floor like this in all his kickable glory, his grin didn't even waver. If anything he was just glad he had a better view of Kenma rather than the ceiling of their tent. He didn't answer Kenma's threat right away, his mind busy as he tried to think of a nickname that Kenma wouldn't hate but was still cute enough to illicit a reaction. He'd like to think that if he'd come up with 'Pudding-chan' Kenma wouldn't dislike it, but now that was taken and no way was he going to acknowledge Oikawa's cleverness. Damn his natural charm.


    It didn't take long for him to think of something, though honestly he had to give credit to Kenma for his current glare and overall demeanor. When he actually thought about it, it was kind of easy. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're threatening me, kitten," Kuroo said, liking the way it rolled off his tongue and thinking just how fitting it was. Besides, if Kenma absolutely hated it, maybe he'd still get some sort of bonus points for pointing out his adorableness. Or maybe he'd made it worse.

    Kenma's eyes widened at the name. There were many names he could have been called, an endless list. Out of that list the half god had chosen that one, and that blush from before was back in a second. The half blond had never known how cat like he himself actually was, he didn't know about the cat-like frowns he made or his other expressions. How when he held out his hands in a fist it would appear more paw like than anything else. It was not on purpose in any way, it was just how Kenma reacted to things.


    The name itself was a pleasant sound, and he knew if anyone else called him a name of the sort he would dislike it immediately. To hear it from Kuroo was okay, embarrassing, and overwhelming. Once again that cat-like point appeared on his face- just to prove Kuroo's nickname unintentionally. It seemed that Kenma was shrinking down a bit, his head lowering as if he were getting ready to completely hide himself. Every single thing he was doing now copied a cat and of course he did not even know he was doing it. Poor Kenma, always doing things to prove other's points by accident. His lips parted again as he got ready to speak, "That's . . . a stupid name, Kuroo. It doesn't make sense." Kenma wasn't going to say it was embarrassing or any of that, he did not want Kuroo to keep saying that name, or maybe, actually, he did.

    It was hard to refrain from laughing when literally everything Kenma did only confirmed what Kuroo had thought and said. But it was fairly easy to gauge his reaction and that Kenma didn't actually hate it, at least if the blush that reappeared on the other's features had anything to say for it. "You wouldn't be saying that if you could see yourself right now," Kuroo replied amusedly. "Besides, you don't hate it, do you kitten?" Yeah, it was already clear he was going to have way too much fun with this. The half god sat up and gave Kenma a much too smug look, feeling triumphant.


    "So? Did I get it right?" he persisted, thinking maybe now Kenma would admit to some sort of fantasizing. Honestly he was just trying to rile the other up at this point, because as much as he loved being cheesy and romantic with Kenma, there was a reason some people expected him to be some sort of half god of provocation instead of war.

    Kenma hated it, how he actually liked Kuroo calling him by that name. It was horrible and disgusting and cheesy (to Kenma that is). He puffed out his cheeks in some form of silent protest and anger. "N-No!" He accidentally stuttered, his voice being too high. At this moment he wanted to curse the older boy for making Kenma act the way he did. It was as if he were a child all over again, overreacting to the smallest of things. But now he'd really proved Kuroo's point and just wanted to hide his face in his hand and not look at the other.


    In reaction to what he'd basically just admitted and to Kuroo sitting up, he slid back farther on the bed. One of his knees was pressed against his chest while the other was just flat against the bed as he tried to get backwards so he could avoid this. He was so embarrassed that it wasn't even fair, not even close. Kenma so desperately wanted to wipe that look off of Kuroo's face, tell him to shut up. Then again another part of him wanted that look to stay and to hear that name again. It was all true, that was the name he'd imagined, which was the most embarrassing. That blush Kenma had only rose and dusted his ears now, making him appear much more embarrassed. His mouth had formed into a nervous and embarrassed frown.

    Kenma's stuttered denial was all the answer Kuroo really needed, though for a second he thought Kenma was going to implode from just how red he'd turned. Yes, it was incredibly adorable and the half god wouldn't deny that he took a mental picture of it, but he figured he should probably stop mercilessly teasing the other. But Kuroo would definitely be keeping that nickname, because it was so much better than whatever Oikawa had come up with. He still wasn't quite over that...not that he would admit it. Kuroo sat up, his eyes never leaving the other as he gazed fondly at him despite the frown on his face.


    Because while Kuroo definitely enjoyed being a smirking and merciless tease, Kenma also had the ability to turn him into a huge sap. Honestly, Kenma had a lot of power over him, supposedly too much according to his father, but Kuroo was fine with it. "It does fit you," the half god said, voice a little quieter as he smiled at the other. "But....if you really hate it I guess I could manage to never call you that ever again..." He said this very well knowing that it wasn't exactly what Kenma wanted or had asked for, but at least he was offering the opportunity to shut it down.

    A sharp huff left Kenma's mouth as his eyes narrowed and took the opportunity to kick Kuroo in the chest, not with much force of course. "You! I swear," He couldn't even control his words as he was so annoyed and really wanted to beat Kuroo with a pillow right now, "You're embarrassing, Kuroo! And I thought you knew me well enough that you should be able to decide if I want you to call me that or not."


    There was no way that Kenma would give a direct answer, it would be filled with insulting Kuroo as per usual. He wasn't going to regret attempting to kick the other either, the half god deserved that one and many more. He was definitely waiting for a chance that he could kick Kuroo in the shin or something- yeah, he'd definitely do that. Kenma could think of multiple ways he was going to get Kuroo back when he got the chance for all the things he had said or teased him about over the years that he'd never gotten revenge for. Kenma was someone who loved picking on Kuroo, it was his own revenge which wasn't very revengeful since Kenma couldn't do much harm. It was quite a cute sight to see though.

    Kuroo let out a small 'oof' as Kenma kicked him in the chest, not that it actually hurt in the slightest, but he'd been caught off guard despite knowing he'd been annoying Kenma. Deciding he'd done enough harm for the day, he had to admit he was a tad bit happy that even if it had resulted in a kick to his chest, it seemed they were no longer dwelling on the mission for tonight. He'd rather Kenma be embarrassed and annoyed with him a million times over instead of dreading the future and what was to come.


    "Alright, alright, I'm done," he said, raising his arms as a sign of surrender. "You were just being too cute. I'm sorry kitten," he amended, the nickname lacking the suggestive tone it had taken on earlier and showing that yes, he knew Kenma liked it and he would stop teasing him for it. It didn't have to be said with any sort of implications for it to sound endearing or fitting, really, it could be used for casual moments as well. Probably not the best idea to say it in public, but Kuroo would probably say it at least once around Oikawa anyways. He didn't move to sit on the bed, still unsure as to just how prickly he'd made the other, but he tilted his head in order to get a better view. "Am I forgiven?"

    Kenma just scowled at the other for a long moment before he relaxed and sighed, but it was clear he would kick Kuroo again if the other kept teasing him. "Only sort of." He responded, just being stubborn for the most part. "I don't just forgive you, Kuroo." The half blond said flatly as he glared down at the other even though it wasn't actually much of a glare. "Be nice enough to me after a while and I might just forgive you." It was clear that Kenma was being childish in a way, but he could get away with such a thing.


    He pulled himself back fully onto the bed again, but this time moved so his legs were hanging off the edge. It took him a second to decide how he wanted to sit on the bed but that's what he finally thought would be comfortable for now. Truthfully he would prefer laying down or curling up, then again curling up all the time wasn't good for him. It would surely hurt his back when he was older, if he survived long enough for that to happen that is. While sitting he crossed his arms to match actions with his words, trying to look serious.


    ;;; sorry my paragraphs were kinda small

    // no worries mine have been pretty 'meh' in general


    Kuroo could tell Kenma was only really just being stubborn at this point, but it was one of the many things he enjoyed about the other. Granted, he refrained from pointing it out at the moment because Kenma was still in prime kicking position, and mentioning how cute he was previously hadn't done much to prevent a kick to his chest. He pretended to consider Kenma's response for a moment before saying anything. "You say that like it's so rare," he said with a chuckle. "But alright, I don't mind doing whatever you want me to until you forgive me," Kuroo added with a shrug.


    He looked up innocently at the other from his spot on the floor, or at least as innocently as Kuroo could look, which wasn't saying much. Honestly it was as if a smirk or grin was his natural expression, though obviously there were always softer smiles whenever he was around Kenma and not, well, teasing him relentlessly. Kuroo vaguely wondered if such teasing had ended up with him kicked off the bed for the time being, although it wasn't as if he would be there for the night anyways. It was a bitter thought, having to go scouting instead of sleeping with Kenma curled up in his arms, but he would have to endure it for tonight.

    The younger boy took in a sharp, unsatisfied breath before turning his head and looking away with a small 'hmph!' Kenma moved to slide his legs onto the bed before laying down on his side, back to Kuroo. He could be as grumpy as he liked but of course being stubborn would only last a few minutes. It was easy to just give in to Kuroo, as the other always said and did things that couldn't keep him staying mad. Right now he was doing his whole, 'not going to be nice to you until you make it up to me' kind of thing.


    Kenma was not going to tell Kuroo what the other should do, as actually he didn't have anything in mind. But right now the idea of just getting a hug from Kuroo felt okay. The past week had been rough, but Kenma was too stubborn for his own good. Though he was hoping at that maybe Kuroo would get the silent hint that he wasn't actually mad or going to ignore him- it was just him acting like a child. He couldn't take being embarrassed by saying such things, so of course he would just wait for Kuroo to figure things out. Kind of cruel in a way but you know, there was no changing Kenma.

    Despite the fact that Kenma was still definitely being stubborn and his back was towards him, Kuroo smiled fondly. He knew the other wouldn't stay 'mad' for long anyways, and the half god was more than happy to try and appease him. It was like approaching a cat, honestly, and trying to win back his affections. Well, taking in his small figure, kitten was a suitable comparison. Yeah, he was probably too proud for finding out that desired nickname, even if Kenma wouldn't admit it out loud that he enjoyed it.


    Kuroo silently stood and moved onto the bed, lying on his side closely behind Kenma and basically wrapping himself against him. His hand was placed around the other's waist, but he moved it to slowly stroke Kenma's hair. The half god hummed as he did so. "Hmm, have I ever told you how much I like your hair?" he asked, quiet and distracted as his fingers played with it gently.

    ;; ah i have my computer back, sorry for the long wait


    Kenma did not move, even a little as he felt Kuroo get into bed beside him. He breathed out through his nose in a huff as he tried to stay angry with the other, but that didn't last long as he felt how near Kuroo was and how the other was lightly playing with his hair. Such actions calmed him down and made his anger die down quite quickly but of course he would not show it. No way would he turn to look at Kuroo and show how his expression had softened. Biting his lip he tried to lean back into Kuroo's touch, but tried to do so without moving much so that hopefully the half god wouldn't notice.


    ". . . Whatever, Kuroo." He was trying to act grumpy still. If Kuroo had noticed him leaning back he had to make up for that action somehow. Kenma kept his voice monotone and plain as if he were still angry. Though as clearly stated, he wasn't. His gaze drifted to the bed they rested on while focusing on the touch to his hair. He liked the touch, a lot. It was comforting and if done for a while it would make him sleepy, an instant way to calm Kenma down.

    // it's no problem ^^


    Kuroo raised his eyebrows as he felt Kenma shift closer ever so slightly, but he figured it would be best not to make it known that he'd noticed. He was trying to get back on Kenma's good side after all, so the teasing had to be kept to a minimum. Not that he thought the other was still very upset with him; he knew that gently playing with the multicolored hair was an easy way to soothe him, no matter how flat his voice sounded in response. Kuroo wasn't fazed at all, simply continuing to run his fingers through Kenma's hair idly.


    "Ah, well what about your eyes? I've definitely told you how much I like those, right?" he asked, not really expecting a response to his quiet ramblings. Kenma wasn't facing him, so it would likely be less embarrassing to the other compared to if Kuroo had been looking straight at him. The half god himself was pretty shameless when it came to admiring Kenma and complimenting him. He hardly got embarrassed with this sort of thing anymore.