It had been 4 days and prom was a week away. Kuroo came up with the genius idea of ‘helping’ Kenma pick a suit. After class was over Kuroo dragged Kenma off to the tailor for a fitting. Truth be told enma had planned on wearing a blazer and sweatpants. If only it were that easy he thought as then walked into the tailors. Not too long after their arrival Kenma was quickly seized by tailors. Measuring and pulling and turning. It lasted a while but they eventually got all the things they needed. Now that the hard part was over they were ready to select the suite pieces they thought would best suit him. After going through a red suit, a blue suit, a brown suit, and a white suit They finally found one that looked right. It was a traditional black suite. One of the tailors quickly added a red tie with gold accent to complement the gold cufflinks of the sleeves of the suit jacket, and the small gold detail of the lip on the dress should someone had shoved at him. After looking down at all the things that had been piled on him he eventually walked out of the fitting room. He came out from behind the curtain and saw Kuroo sitting on a sofa, legs crossed with the same laid back expression he always had. He got up to take a closer look at the outfit as Kenma stepped out further into the main room. “Hmm.” Kuroo looked indifferent towards the suite. Maybe it was the shoes, or… the tie Kenma thought as his palms got sweaty.
“W-what do you think?” He tried to ask as noshelantly as possible, as he looked away glancing across the room. After a moment of awkward silence Kuroo finally exhaled and answered his question.
“I think the black is simplistic and not too flashy , making it more elegant, so it works for you. I like the red, it adds a little bit of color without throwing off the minimalistic dynamic of the set. And I like the subtle gold accents because they bring out your eyes.”
Kenma was taken aback by that, he had no clue that Kuroo really thought about this. It made the situation a little less unbearable. He was embarrassed and had to say something in response.
“Are you even supposed to be here? Isn't it bad luck or something?”
Kenma said as he walked out further into the room, making his way over to the mirrors.
“What are we? Getting married?” Kuroo asked as he walked to his right, meeting Kenma by the mirrors as he nuzzled his chin into kenmas shoulder, and slid his hands around his waist. Kenma blushed at the thought but quickly tried to cover it with hostility.
“Well if you like it, it'll work.” Kenma said, trying to look anywhere but the mirrors now. “It doesn't matter if I like it, it matters if you like it. Do you like it, Kenma?” He asked as he hugged him a little bit tighter and rested the side of his face on Kenmas neck.
“ Yeah I like it-” Kenma said as he started to blush, trying to pry Kuroos arms off of his waist. “Will you get off me so I can go shange?” He asked, still trying to break away from Kuroo.
“Change? Already? But I like Kenma in a suit, just 5 more minutes?” He asked, still not letting go. “No you'll see plenty of the actall night of the dance, now let go you clingy chicken!” At this point he was squirming like a cat in a bathtub, it seemed the more he resisted the more Kuroo attached. He finally let go, a look of confusion flushed across his face.
“Chicken? Well if i'm a chicken then I guess that makes you my ki-” “No!” Kenma said forcefully as he covered Kuroos mouth. “Do not say that.” Kenma ordered as he slowly let go of Kuroos face, proceeding with caution.
“ FiNe… My gInGeR cAt.” “WHAT DID I SAY!” “What? You said I couldn't call you KItten.” “Kuroo!”
“Alwright, alwright. Go change and we'll grab lunch.” He just glared at Kuroo for a second before retreating to the fitting room to change back into his clothes.