Haikyuu Gone Wild

Kuroo x Kenma ~ Stripper AU

The beat of the music was loud, blaring out of the large speakers. People stood by the stages and watched as many of the dancers pleased the crowd. Their hips swaying, catching many eyes towards their direction. Kenma, one of the main male dancers was in the dressing room, leaning back on his chair. His outfit was already set for his next performance; a skimpy leather outfit that was pretty tight around his body and fishnet tights. 

He heard the music from the previous dancer end, knowing it was his turn to go up next. Every night was the same, he would go up there, got cat calls as he danced and money being thrown at him from various different directions, and he would leave the stage with a handful of cash. 

He was called up onto the stage, getting a few pats on his back from the other male dancers. Yes, this was a gay strip club. How did Kenma end up there? He himself had no clue. Picking up his stride, Kenma arrived onto the stage, his stride had a small sway in them. He heard the cat calls already, yet the show for them didn't even begin. 

The cat eyed male, heard the music start, as he slowly circled the pole in the center. After the small intro, he pressed himself up against the pole, his arms raising as he slowly slid down, his legs spreading last minute as he arched his back, getting up.

A raven-haired male stood at the back, wondering why most of the crowds around the other stages were moving to the one specific stage. Kenma let out a satisfied smirk, continuing to please his audience, from time to time going up to one and trailing his finger up from his neck to his chin. 

Kuroo slowly made his way to the back of the large crowd forming, looking up to have a pair of golden-brown eyes meet his. Kenma didn't stop his dance as his gaze met the larger male's, finding it rather enjoyable to see the stranger's shocked expression. 

Kuroo could admit he was enjoying everything from the way the dancer's hips swayed perfectly at the beat to the way he stood back up. He licked his lips, winking at the dancer who just turned himself around and bent over, grinding himself up against the pole when he stood up. 

Kenma was having fun teasing his audience, the way he was moving was more towards the mysterious male in the back he kept making eye contact yet before long, his performance was done and he dropped by to collect his earnings, blowing a kiss towards the larger male before leaving for the dressing rooms. 

The cat-eyed male was one of the most common dancers, as he's been around for a while. Each show, he had a new performance to give, exciting all his viewers. After getting dressed in his clothes and out of the leather outfit, he stretched head out of the changing rooms, his bag around his shoulders. 

He wore a simple off-the-shoulder sweater with black skinny jeans, a scarf wrapped loosely around his neck for when he was going out. He stopped by the bar and the bartender knew exactly what he wanted. 

A simple water was tossed his way and he caught it, muttering a simple thanks and downing the cup.

"You know, it's a real shame seeing that pretty little body of yours all covered up after a show like that," the same guy that kept making eye-contact with Kenma on the stage spoke up, sitting down next to him. 

"Sorry," Kenma shrugged his shoulders lightly, "though last time I checked you didn't ask for me privately so I don't recall having to keep that outfit on for your eyes only," he retorted and got another water. 

"Come on, Kitten, that hurt," the raven-haired male grinned, taking a sip of his liquor. 

That just earned him another shrug. Kenma was honestly an entirely different person off stage. His more groovy and seemingly playful attitude was replaced by his usual monotone voice and blunt expression. 

Kuroo knew he'd have quite the time trying to persuade the smaller dancer. "How about I buy you a drink? I'm sure you need to loosen up either way," Kuroo offered suggestively to the male, who simply showed him his glass of water. 

"I'm not a drinker, sorry to disappoint," the dancer heaved out a sigh. 

"You're one tough nut to crack," Kuroo grinned and let out a light chuckle. 

Finishing up his water, Kenma got up and started heading towards the door, though noticed the taller male trailing behind him. 

"What are you? A dog? Stop following me," Kenma growled lightly, not wanting to deal with him any more than he already was. Though he would be lying if he said the other wasn't interesting.

"Come on, kitten. Tell me your name and I'll be on my way~ Mine's Kuroo Tetsurou, but you can call me whatever you want~" 

"Alright then, dumbass... It's Kenma Kozume... But the announcer said my name out loud so I don't see why you'd be asking me this."

"Hmm? I walked in about halfway through your dance. I didn't get to see the full extent, sadly." Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck, making Kenma tilt his head.

"Yeah... Alright..." He began walking but paused in his tracks before turning back around, slipping something into Kuroo's hand. The blond then turned right back around to continue on his way home.

Kuroo was a bit shocked when he saw how the other took his hand, and was even more shocked when he felt something being slipped into his palm. When he looked up, he couldn't see Kenma anywhere. 

He opened his hand to see a neatly folded piece of paper, opening it and revealing the others phone number and a small note saying 'text me'.