-A Little Help- (KuroKen)

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(Kuroos POV)

"WHAT!" The yell was in unison. Jesus these guys can be a handful, I didn't expect them to get this excited. I looked up from my hands and Yamamoto was practically jumping up and down yelling I knew it, while Yaku kinda just looked shocked.

"So when was it? During school? After school? Did you guys go on a date? How many times did you kiss? Are you dating now?" Yamamoto's endless questions began to blur in my mind, Yaku thankfully shut him up for me.

"Yamamoto just," Yaku yanked him back down into his seat. "I do wanna know too though." Suddenly both sets of eyes were on me and I thought I was going to have to explain the whole story to them. Key word being thought. However, before I could do so quiet footsteps appeared behind me. Kenma sat down next to me and just continued to eat.

"What?" He looked up to see Yamamoto and Yaku smirking at him, he looked really confused.

"Alright enough of tha-" Yamamoto cut me off eagerly.

"Is it true Kenma?" Yamamoto yelled excitedly at the small 1st year.

"Is what tru-"

"You and Kuroo? Dating?" Kenma looked up at me in surprise.

(Kenmas POV)

Are we dating? Besides that can we tell them? I mean this morning Kuroo said Yaku would be happy and I know Yamamoto would, but if this gets back to those third years though...

"Yes." Just like that everything was coming out. Yamamoto, Yaku, and Kuroo all looked genuinely shocked at this point. They stared at me with wide eyes.

"I-" Kuroo broke the silence. "I thought you didn't wanna say?" He sounded surprised, I can't blame him but then again I never said I didn't want these two to know.

"No I just don't want... certain people to know." Somehow admitting the torment I was undergoing by the third years seemed like complaining. I didn't wanna bother anyone else with my silly problems. Kuroo was different, he said he liked helping me because he loved me, I don't think these two want to be weighed down. Suddenly Yamamoto stood up and put his hand on his heart, staring me into the eyes.

"I promise not to say anything Kenma-kun!" He bowed slightly leaving me utterly flustered. He was making a scene. People were looking at us. People were looking at me. They are staring at me. They know. They're making fun of me. They- Suddenly a hand grabbed my waist and pulled me into warmth. It smelled like Kuroo.

"Yamamoto, sit down you're making a scene." Kuroo said, still holding me close.

"Ahh!" Yamamoto immediately sat down and spoke quietly. "Right sorry Kenma." I still felt the eyes on me though so I pushed Kuroo away slightly.

"It's fine. I'm fine." I continued eating from the box Kuroo packed me. It's not like I necessarily minded Yaku or Yamamoto knowing I'm just hoping either of them don't slip up. What will those third years do to me if- forget me what will they do to Kuroo if they find out. It's not like this school has the most expecting atmosphere.

When lunch ended Kuroo insisted on walking me all the way to my classroom and after that class he walked me to my next. I know he's just worried about me but it feels like I'm being a bit of a burden. He's been late to most of his classes today because of me, if he gets in trouble for it...

Nothing much happened throughout the rest of the day, afternoon practices ended without any run-ins with the third years. I can't keep living like this though, fearful everyday. The year isn't even close to being over yet, am I going to have to be scared all the time?

"You good Ken ken?" I looked up from my lap and saw Kuroo staring down at me. The club room was empty now and I was waiting for Kuroo to finish changing, which it seems he has.

"Ken ken?" I asked, he hadn't called me that before and I don't think I like it.

"What, not a good nickname?" He laughed. "Hmm ok how about..." He paused to think. "Kitten?" The name made me shiver. That's what the third years called me. Koneko. I could feel myself shaking slightly. Why though? It's Kuroo, it isn't the third years. They aren't even here. A sudden weight on my shoulder made me flinch. "What's wrong, did I say something?" Kuroo sat down next to me.

"It's just... that's what t-they'd say." I looked back down to my lap, fidgeting with my fingers. I saw Kuroo wrap his arms around my waist and pull me into a tight hug. By now I had calmed back down, the shaking had seized, I relaxed into the hug.

"I can't believe those assholes ruined my nickname for you." He laughed into my shoulder which caused me to smile slightly. It's just Kuroo, it's ok as long as it's Kuroo. "I won't call you that if it makes you sad."

"No it's ok." He released the hug and looked me in the eyes, his smile growing larger by the second.

"Perfect then! Cause you look too much like a cat for me to ignore it!" He laughed again which once more caused me to smile. We both stood up and grabbed our bags from the floor. "What about me?" He asked. I stared at him in confusion, what was he talking about?

"What about you?" I threw my bag over my shoulder and began to walk towards the clubroom door.

"What's my nickname?" I opened the door and shrugged.

"I don't know I'll just call you Kuroo." I walked out the door and waited for him to follow. He did and pulled out the keys from his pocket.

"What! Come on Kenma that's boring!" He locked the door and led me towards the steps.

"Fine then I'll call you Kuro." He laughed and stopped after only walking down one step, leaving us on eye level. "What?" I didn't really see why he was laughing.

"I can live with that nickname." He laughed for a second longer before stopping and stared me down. "Hey Kenma." I hummed in response still looking at him. Kuroo leaded forwards and crashed his lips into mine. I put my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, but before things could go any further he pulled away.

"What was that for?" I turned and continued walking down the stairs, me following close behind.

"What, I can't kiss my boyfriend?" He laughed and grabbed my hand when we got down the steps. I blushed at the word and shyly hid my face by looking at the ground. "Did you not like it?" He asked looking back at me while we walked home. I looked up but quickly reverted my gaze to the ground.

"I didn't say that." I mumbled but he heard it anyway and chuckled.

"That's what I thought." I continued to let him drag me home with the blush not leaving my face.