Ch 20-

Prom was in 4 days and Kuroo was just waiting for Kenma to abruptly decide he just wasn't gonna go. He spent the next four days anticipating rejection up until the point he was at Kenmas door Friday evening. He stood there breathing heavily hoping that when he opened the door Kenma wouldn't be laying on his bed, covered in cheeto dust refusing to leave. Hw finally built up the courage to knock when the door opened before his fist could make contact with it. “Are you gonna stand there forever, or are you gonna knock?” Kenma asked as he stood before the door, dressed and ready to go. “How did you know I was out here?” Kuroo asked as relief flushed over his body at the sight of Kenma actually dressed. He walked in making himself comfortable. “I saw your shadow under the door when I walked out of the bathroom.” Kuroo took a step closer to Kenma as he closed the door. He was staring at him trying to figure out what was different about him. Kuroo scoured Kenmas silhouette going over every detail on his face when he finally realized. “Are… Are you wearing… Eyeliner?” Kenmas cheeks flushed red immediately after those words left Kuroos mouth. He wasn't supposed to notice! “No, I do not. I'll just be a minute. I'm taking it off, you hate it and Yaku is an idiot.” Kenma siad flustred, his face beat red as he attempted to retreat to the bathroom. “No, I like it. It's  cute.” Kuroo siad as a gentle smile lit up his face as if he were the antagonist of a shoujo manga and there were supposed to be flowers magically appearing around him. “I'm not cute.” Kenma siad breaking eye contact. “NO of course not, you super manly!” Kuroo said as he stepped closer to Kenma, grabbing his hand. Interlacing Kenma’s finger with his as he gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You put on makeup for me!” Kuroo said it was a little too cheery for Kenma to handle. “NO.” Kenma exaggerated as he got irritated at the accusation. “You talked to Yaku for me?!” Kuroo said, his eyes sparkling even more. “That's it, I'm not gonna. Save the suit, you can bury me in it.” “No, we're going!” Kuroo said as he finally. He grabbed Kenmas arm pulling him closer, the minimal space between their faces was filled with his soft words. “You know I'm really happy you agreed to go.” He said pulling Kenma even closer. “Yeah?” Kenma said as he inched his face a little closer. “Absolutely, I owe you one.” “Hm, do I get to pick my compensation?” “I don't want what you had in mind.” Kuroo said as he looked at each other, both filled with an insatiable desire to be near one another. Kuroo leaned down ever so slightly as Kenma went up on the tips of his toes, Meeting him in the middle where their lips locked together as if they were magnets. Shortly after they started Kissing the intensity between them grew and so did the desire they shared right as Kuroo went to slip his hand just underKenmas suit jacked the door swung open and in a panic they darted away from each other fleeing to opposite sides of the room. “EMERGENCY!” Yaku yelled as he came barreling in from behind the door. He was shocked at what head just walked in on. “What were you two just doing?” Yaku said as he looked over at Kenma in disbelief “Nothing.” Kuroo Kenma said as Kenma turned away his face red and his body tense, attempting to avoid Yakus' piercing stare of disapproval. “I can tell you're lying because I walked in here and you two are like shrapnel! You really expect me to believe you weren't doing something questionable?” He said shifting his focus onto Kuroo. “Geeze, next time I'll be sure to hang a sock on the door.” Kuroo mumbled. Kenmas eyes widened as his neck snapped looking at Kuroo in shock turning even more red than before. “NO! You are the captain of the volleyball team. You are supposed to be a role model. There will be NO HANGING OF SOCKS ON DOORS! Do you understand me?” Yaku yelled as Kuroo chuckled at his disapproval. “Fine, no socks.” “Good.” Yaku bit. “Though a nice neon sign could suffice.” Kuroo added. “You can not be serious.”  “Oh yeah, red and blue lights, perhaps the fraze ‘canoodling in process.’ It would look great on the door. That way if they don't understand the sock, at least they can read.” “The things you say astound me sometimes.” Yaku said as he got even more agitated. “Can we stop talking about this?” Kenma asked in the corner of the room. “With pleasure.” Yaku said as he refrained from looking at Kuroo who was still laughing at his quick wittedness. “Anyway I came in here to warn you about what you're walking into.” “What happened now?” Kenma asked as he groaned in despair. “The guys on the team may have told everyone that you two were a thing, and they may or may not have told everyone to vote you both as prom kings.” He said trying not to make eye contact for fear of being hurt by the holes Kenma was burning into the back of his head. “Hell no, HELL NO! Nope we're not going, I quit. Have a good night.” Kenma said as he took off his suit, jacked and loosened his tie. “Hey no, no this is our night. It will not be ruined by Yaku here who can't keep a secret to save his life.” Kuroo said as he walked over to Kenma and straightened his tie out and put him back in his suit jacket. “Well figure it out.” He said hoping that this would be the moment that Kenma bailed. “Im not going up on the stage for some stupid plastic crown just so everyone can make a mockery of me.” “I know, do you really think I’d let that happen?” “Well you told Yaku we were dating and then you told the whole team.” “Yeah but that was kinda your fault for yelling at me in the gym, I kinda had to tell them they all thought we had a thing for the same chick.” “Yeah they did after that.” Yaka added. It took a while but Kuroo finally talked Kenma into and they made their way over to the gym. They were a little late but they handed in their tickets and walked in...