-A Little Help- (KuroKen)

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-Mentions of self harm-

(Kuroos POV)

I woke up a bit later then I usually did that morning but I still had tons of time to play with Kenma. By the time I had gotten dressed and ate breakfast, more like lunch at this point, it was a little after 1. I hope Kenma doesn't think I was ditching out on him today. I grabbed my shoes and the volleyball and walked out the house. Is Kenma really okay with practicing volleyball everyday? I mean he hasn't complained but he hasn't exactly said he liked it. I guess he has to like it a little bit at least if he wants to join the club.

I'm still basking in the joy from yesterday. Kenma wants to join the volleyball club. I was surprised he said that I thought he only played with me cause he had no one else. Even if that was true in the beginning maybe he's gonna start opening up to me. I want to help him but I don't want to pry into his private life without his permission. So for now we will be friends. I knocked on the door and was greeted like I usually was. Kenma's mom was very happy to see me as usual, I think she's happy Kenma made a friend.

"Kuroo it's great to see you! Unfortunately Kenma's out running an errand for me but I'll be sure to send him over when he gets back." Dang I guess that's what I get for waking up late. I thanked Kenma's mom and went back to my house. I wonder what he's up to? How long will it take for him to get back? I really wanna try a time difference attack with him today.

Before I knew it, it was 8 pm and the sun had set. I never got a knock on my door from the boy next door. Was he running errands still? Maybe he was too tired for volleyball today, I mean to be fair I haven't really been giving him a break. Since I was waiting for Kenma though I never got to practice volleyball today, maybe I'll stop by the park for a bit. I can always run some solo drills and then resume with Kenma tomorrow, assuming he's down for it. Yeah that's a good plan!

I informed my mom that I was going to the park for a bit before grabbing the ball that rested in my room and my shoes from the front door. Since it was dark already I didn't expect anyone to be at the park, I certainly didn't expect to see the frail, brown haired boy from next door sitting on the bench. Did he come here to play video games? As I got closer I noticed his hands were empty.

(Kenmas POV)(Earlier that day)

How long was I out for? I was laying on the concrete and as I tried to get up my head began to spin. I must have hit my head when I passed out. No ones around me, I figured the boys probably ran. I slowly propped myself up against the wall behind me still not daring to stand. The empty plastic bag, the paper receipt, and the broken bottle all laid around me. Well this was embarrassing. I can't exactly say it's been a while since I had an attack this bad but I always seem to forget what to do afterwards. Do I call for help? I don't have my phone so that might be difficult. Should I just go home? What about the oil, what will I tell mom? How long has it been anyways? It's still bright out and I couldn't have been out for more than a few minutes right? 

I slowly pushed myself to my feet, still feeling slightly dizzy, and walked back towards the house. I can't exactly call it my home since it doesn't really feel like that. I saw a clock on the wall of a store nearby. 2:15 pm. Hmm I was probably out for about 15 minutes then considering it takes a good 20 minutes to walk to the store. As I began my trudge back to the house I had to think of excuses for my return without the oil. I didn't exactly want to tell my mom about what happened so I guess I'll just say they didn't have any. Hopefully she won't ask for the money back. I should have expected something like this to happen. Look at me. I'm the perfect target, I've always been. Nothing's changed, I'm just as pathetic as I was back then. I made my way home and swiftly went upstairs to the bathroom.

"Sorry mom!" I shouted from up the stairs. "They didn't have any cooking oil left." I shut the bathroom door not really caring what her response would be. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for only a few seconds before I had to look away. I can't stand the sight of myself. I guess I was too out of it before to notice but now the stinging in my chest was getting more and more prominent. It didn't hurt exactly, it felt kinda nice. I removed my hoodie to see what was causing the feeling. Oh right, the kid pushed the broken bottle on me. I guess it gave me a cut at some point. It was small so I didn't really care much, I probably deserved a much bigger one for that pathetic performance I put on. I mean fainting really. Weak.