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Broadway was alive and vivid. Bright colors and lights lit up the street as crowds of reporters, fans, and guests flooded the sidewalks. There were flashing lights of cameras as all eyes were on the red carpet sprawled over the concrete. Walking down, in beautiful sparkling suits, were the stars of the new Broadway musical debuting that night, Jefferson. Oikawa Turoo and Bokuto Koutarou were fabulous, wearing the spotlight like an accessory as they wore bright smiles. They greeted fans and reporters as they strutted down the path.
“Frank Tulolo here!”, A reporter said to the camera in front of him. “We are here on Broadway for the debut of Jefferson, opening tonight. Behind us is the star of the show, playing Thomas Jefferson, it’s Oikawa Turoo. Also here is Bokuto Koutarou, playing John Adams.”. He spun around and held to Oikawa.
“Hello, Frank!”.
“Oikawa, how do you feel about the opening? What’s it like being an actor in this play that people predict is going to be big?”.
“Well,”, Oikawa flashed his award worthy smile to the camera, “Thomas Jefferson, people only see some of the bad things he did. But there are good things in his story that must be told. People need to know how possible it is to change the world, whether you are a 38 year old star or the president of the United States.”. Oikawa’s rehearsed speech seemed to go well with the reporters around him as they excitedly took notes.
“And you, Bokuto Koutarou.”, Bokuto sauntered over. “How does it feel to step into the big shoes of a founding father?”. Bokuto shrugged as if it didn’t affect him.
“Well, there is some things I learned, and one of those is that whether you are the President of the United States or a Broadway star, you have power, a way to change the world!”.
“It’s a weighty responsibility.”, Oikawa added.
“Let’s talk process!”, Bokuto exclaimed. “When I’m in character, I go insane; I stammer, I stagger, I sob. I make the audience feel my pain and if they don’t leave depressed, then I’ve not done my job!”. Oikawa stepped up.
“Each time I find a role like Jefferson, the artist inside of me thrives! I put on that wig and those costumes and know I’m changing lives!”. Oikawa and Bokuto danced around happily.
“By the time I buy Louisiana in act two…”, Oikawa began.
“… Even the people who are dead inside with shout ‘Bravo!’ on cue!”, Bokuto finished. They could hear the call they expected to come ringing in their ears already as they entered the theatre to put themselves into their roles of Thomas Jefferson and John Adams.
After the show, relaxing in Oikawa’s dressing room, Takeda, their publicist, burst in.
“The first reviews are in! The New Jersey Star Ledger!”. All of the actors packed into there gasped.
“Don’t tell me!”, Oikawa called out, “Unless it’s a rave… or a mixed positive.”. Bokuto snatched Takeda’s phone out of his hands and looked at the article.
“It says we’re a hit!”, He celebrated. The actors went ballistic. They all flooded over to the restaurant and bar they had bought out for after the first show. Oikawa stood on top of a table, everyone looking at him. He popped the cork of a glass of champagne. Everyone lifted their own glasses of the drink.
“We’re a hit and I think we deserve it!”, Bokuto announced.
“That’s for sure!”, Oikawa agreed.
“Also, it means that this Tour De Force will not be forced to tour!”.
Oikawa turned to the giant glass windows behind the bar, the giant lit up sign on the theatre across the street reading Jefferson in giant lights. “To Jefferson! May it run for eternity!”.
“To Jefferson!”, the others cheered out. Everyone danced around, all wearing bright and sparkling clothing, getting drunk out of their minds. Oikawa and Bokuto sat together, taking in the feeling of being at the top.
“Cheers to a show that’s so inspiring, it’s almost too much to sit through!”, Bokuto lifted his glass as if to give a toast. Oikawa raised his too.
“I can predict what the reviews will say before the next notice arrives! It’s groundbreaking.”.
“Earth shaking.”.
“Life affirming.”.
“Breath taking.”.
“Gut retching.”.
“Heart aching.”.
“In two words it’s history making! That’s why every actor strives for adulation and compensation that comes from nightly changing lives!”.
“It’s just what we do!”.
They knocked their heads back and drank the glasses like a shot.
“Everyone!”, Takeda called out. “The other reviews are coming in!”. Everyone pulled out their phones while Oikawa and Bokuto sat back and prepared for the praise. “New York Post, Associate Press, New York Times.”, Takeda read aloud. There were gasps, groans, and “oh” as the people read over the reviews. People began to stand up and leave the room.
“Wait, what’s happening?”, Bokuto asked. The people left so that after a couple minutes, it was just him, Oikawa, some servers, and Takeda left.
“These reviews aren’t good, guys.”, Takeda explained. “They’re going to shut the show down!”. The actors gasped.
“What didn’t they like? Was it the hip hop?”, Bokuto asked. Takeda shook his head.
“Oh, what do they say? Read it!”, Oikawa asked. Takeda gave them a look to say it wasn’t something they wanted to hear, but the two were adamant in their thoughts.
“Well, this one says ‘Bokuto Koutarou’s work as John Adams was just plain awful, with his ego boiling over through the role, making it hard to take him seriously or even respect him and what he was doing. His acting was a disgrace to the American Founding Father. Her performance was laughable.”. Bokuto put a hand over his head and gasped. Oikawa picked at his purple scarf.
“That’s not that bad.”, Oikawa said quietly.
“Do Oikawa!”, Bokuto said. “What did they say about him?”.
“If you thought Bokuto’s acting was bad, get ready for that circus of an actor, if you should even call him that, that was Oikawa Turoo. His patriotism was either really fake or over the top, like his ego. It felt like someone was smothering me to death with an American flag while listening to him sing.”.
“… That’s not a review,”, Oikawa inhaled a shaky breath, “That’s just a personal attack.”.
“If you’re considering buying a ticket to this show, do yourself a favor and don’t.”, Takeda finished.
“Was the show really that bad?”, Bokuto asked.
“Did you hear the reviews? It wasn’t the show that people hate, it’s you two.”, Takeda explained. Oikawa and Bokuto looked at each other and laughed.
“That’s ridiculous!”, Oikawa laughed.
“It’s your personalities. People can’t stand your egos. No one can stand a narcist. Your show is going to close.”, Takeda said bluntly.
“I’m going to get another drink!”, Oikawa said angrily as he stood and marched over to the bar. Bokuto stood and followed him. At the bar, a man shorter than the two wearing a sharp red jacket smiled at the two.
“What can I get you guys?”. Oikawa only grumbled.
“Just two martinis. Thanks.”, Bokuto said. The man nodded and got to work making the drinks.
“So, your show closed.”, he said, making small talk. “Shame, it sounded great.”. Oikawa looked up, his head held in his hands, and squinted to the bartender.
“Do I know you?”.
“Hinata Shoyou… We’ve done shows together.”, he said as he smiled to the two. Oikawa made a hum to make it sound like he remembered who this man was. Bokuto looked at his bright orange hair and short stature and remembered who he was.
“Hinata Shoyou. Always talks about how he went to Julliard.”, he whispered to Oikawa.
“Oh, right, right, Hinata. What are you doing working here?”.
Hinata sighed. “I’m in between gigs at the moment.”. Bokuto and Oikawa nodded. “Honestly, Oikawa, I feel a drift, same as I did before my time at Julliard.”. Oikawa groaned into his hands. Hinata began to ramble on about some poem or whatever that resonated with him. “Lady theatre sculpts your soul. Still, I’ve played Hamlet! But all I’m known for is playing that guy in the sitcom Talk to the Hand.”. Hinata poured a bit too much alcohol into the drink he was mixing as he talked.
Behind them, entering into the dining room was a man. He walked with his arms swaying at his sides to give more or a jazzy attitude. He wore a tailored sparkling green suit with small green gemstones on his temples. His silvery hair danced around and sparkled in the lighting around the room. He sauntered his way over to the bar. On his walk over, he grabbed an unfinished drink on a table and took a sip from it.
“Ah!”, he wrapped his arms over Bokuto’s unsuspecting shoulders. “I’m sorry about your show, guys.”.
“Suga!”, Oikawa exclaimed. “Aren’t you supposed to be working tonight?”.
“Ugh! I quit!”. Suga slumped into a seat and snapped at Hinata to make him a drink. “For the past eight years, ever since I was sixteen, I wasn’t allowed to play Evan in Dear Evan Hansen. I had enough and quit!”.
“Good for you.”, Bokuto congratulated.
The four must have stayed there for hours, doing nothing but drinking and wallowing in their sadness.
“This sucks.”, Oikawa mumbled into his drink.
“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows… that’s from the Tempest, Suga.”, Hinata said as he poured more of a drink into the man’s glass.
“Okay, first off, shut up.”, Bokuto said. “Second, I refuse to give up. I’m not to be the guy who can’t have a musical on Broadway for more than one night.”.
“I read those reviews those mean reporters gave of you guys. Those were awful. They were so mean to you!”, Suga complained. Bokuto and Oikawa groaned.
“What you guys need is a new image. I think we all could use a little career help anyways.”, Hinata said. “If people think you are egotistical, then do something that people will think is admirable. A way to make yourselves activists”.
“Hmm. What would be something we could do? Everyone list off some causes.”, Bokuto said.
“Poverty?”, Hinata suggested.
“World hunger!”, Oikawa snapped his fingers.
“No, that’s too wide scale. We need something easier. A small injustice.”, Bokuto said.
“Wait, wait, wait.”, Suga said, holding up a hand. He was on his phone, scrolling through Twitter. “There is this story blowing up twitter right now. There’s a boy names Kenma from Edgewater, Indiana, wanted to take his boyfriend to the high school prom, so the PTA went apeshit and canceled it!”.
“Can you cancel a prom?”, Oikawa asked.
“They can’t do that!”, Bokuto exclaimed. “Prom is magical!”.
“How would you know, you never went to one.”, Oikawa muttered. Bokuto punched him in the shoulder. He jumped up and began pacing.
“This pisses me off; It’s perfect! We’re going to prove that in this day and age, being gay isn’t a crime.”, Bokuto began explaining.
“We’ve got to go down there and raise out voices!”, Oikawa said, his and Bokuto’s energy matching.
“This is our moment to change the world, one high schooler at a time! We’re gonna help that student whether he likes it or not. When you’re a legendary thespian: first you help the distressed- “.
“And you help the distraught!”, Hinata finished.
“We’re going down to where the necks are red, and lack of dentistry thrives! Why sing and dance when you can take a chance and know you’re truly changing lives?”. Bokuto looked at Oikawa, who slumped over in his seat and agreed to the idea. Suga and Hinata were invited to come as well to help in their own lives.
“We need an anthem, or a slogan, something we can work with.”, Oikawa said to the group.
“Steve Sontime is a big fan of my Sweeny Todd, I bet he can make up something!”, Hinata suggested.
“How are we going to get there?”, Suga asked.
“I have a production of God Spell booked. We were heading through Indiana in a couple days.”, Hinata said. Oikawa snapped for Takeda to walk over and help them discuss.
“We’re gonna march until the town looks like the end of Act 1 of Les Misérables!”, Suga said happily.
“We’re gonna teach them to be more PC the minute our group arrives!”, Bokuto shouted out. “Those fist pumping”
“Bible Pumping.”.
“Spam eating.”.
“cousin loving.”.
“Cow tipping.”.
“finger wagging.”.
“shoulder slumping.”.
“Hosier humping.”.
“Losers and they homely wives!”, the group shouted out together.
“They’ll learn compassion!”, Suga shouted out.
“And better fashion!”, Oikawa added.
“When we at last are changing lives!”, Bokuto and Oikawa said in sync.
“Now, let’s go start a fight! We’re going to be the biggest thing that’s happened in Indiana since… whatever happened in Indiana!”.
Kenma walked to his locker as during the passing time. He unlocked it and was faced with a note full of slurs that he’d heard a lot of in the past two years, but even more so ever since the school prom was canceled.
“That’s what you get for canceling our prom!”, One of his main bullies, Tanaka, spat at him as they walked by.
“I didn’t cancel prom, your parents did.”, Kenma shot back.
“Say whatever you want to make yourself feel better for being a freak!”, Ennoshita said with a smirk.
“Hey!”. Probably the most popular kid in school, Kuroo, stepped between the fight. “Go to class, Tanaka, Ennoshita.”.
“Why are you defending him?”, Tanaka asked.
“I’m just not a child! Now, go!”. The two rolled their eyes and continued down the hallway. Kuroo sighed and continued on. He turned a corner up a head and as he did, he shared a look with the grateful Kenma. After the fully turned the corner, Kenma went back to grabbing his textbook from his locker and slamming it shut a bit too hard.
“Note to self: Don’t be gay in Indiana.”, he murmured to himself. “Big heads up: That’s a really stupid plan.”. There are placed where it’s in to be out, maybe San Francisco or places like that, but in Indiana, without a doubt, it was a god awful idea.
It was time like this where Kenma really felt like Veronica from Heathers that he had to remember what his foster dad always told him. Just breathe, Kenma. It wouldn’t be high school without a test, anyways. Just close your eyes, count to ten, go to your happy place, just try not to combust, and just breathe.
Later that school day, Tanaka and Ennoshita, safely away from Kuroo’s stopping them, mocked Kenma to his face during gym class. Sometimes Kenma liked to imagine just leaving, praying the Greyhound bus that would take him far away wasn’t full. Sure, Indiana sucked, but was Kenma supposed to guess that asking out his boyfriend to the prom would go over like an atomic bomb.
“Kenma!”. Principle Iwazumi stopped him in the hallway. “I want you to know that I got in touch with the State’s Attorney, and she said this was definitely a civil rights issue.”.
“What does that mean?”.
“For now, we have someone on our side. And I’m very happy to be a part of something like this. But for now, just try to relax and take a second to breathe.”. Kenma nodded and headed off to his next class.
The Broadway stars were on the bus traveling into Indiana. The God Spell kids in the back of the bus were singing songs that made Oikawa and Bokuto’s ears bleed. Hinata was at the front of the bus, trying not to be motion sick, something he’d already failed at a couple times. Suga had bought him a Gatorade and motion sickness pills, but they didn’t do much to help him feel better.
“This was such a good idea, Bokuto.”, Oikawa said happily, looking out the window. “This could get me my third Tony.”. Bokuto scoffed. “What?”.
“I would like just one Tony, just one!”.
“Oh please, you know how political the Tonys are. They don’t vote for you, they vote for your brand. And this trip is going to make my brand beautiful.”. Oikawa, an already incredibly attractive man, smiled at the though. Bokuto rolled his eyes. Suga walked past them in the isle, heading for the terrible singing kids in the back.
“How about we stop singing and do some bonding exercises?”.
“That guy is a hero we don’t deserve.”, Bokuto said to Oikawa, who nodded adamantly. “What do you think we should do when we get there? Should we make a protest or something?”.
“I’m thinking a speech.”, Oikawa answered.
“You’re gonna write a speech?”.
“No. I’ll probably pay one of those kids to write it. I have better things to do.”. Oikawa pulled out a pocket mirror and looked at his reflection in it, messing his brown hair back and forth.
“Wow, you guys are real bad at timing.”, they heard Suga say to the God Spell kids. “Let’s try this again, and think about counting.”. The kids began to harmonize. They didn’t sound very good, some kids harshly sharp or horridly flat. Suga winced.
“Stop, stop, stop. You’re making me hate God.”. Bokuto and Oikawa tried furiously to hide their laughter. “We’re not doing any more singing practice.”. Suga ran his hand through his silvery locks and thought. Hinata retched loudly at the front of the bus. Oikawa put on headphones to drown out the noise of everything going wrong around him.
The slamming of a gavel erupted through the school auditorium.
“Alright!”, Yaku, head of the PTA, called out. “Next thing to talk about, the school prom. Now, as we all know, the PTA has decided to cancel the school prom because of… problems since we aren’t able to not let a certain student go uninvited.”.
“Alright.”. Principle Iwazumi stood up in attempts to take control. “It just really shouldn’t be a problem for Kenma to be invited. What is he going to do?”.
“You’re telling us the State Attorney is forcing us to have a prom?”.
“No, no. She’s saying we should have an inclusive prom!”.
“Let’s just take a statement from the audience.”, Yaku instructed. A teacher walked over to a woman with a raised hand. He gave her a microphone to speak into.
“I will not allow my son to go to a homosexual prom.”, she said simply into it. Iwazumi groaned. Nothing he ever did could get past the PTA, a group full of homophobic and most of the time racist adults who hated everything he did. The fact that he was trying to allow Kenma to go to prom had not put him on the good side of everyone.
“Okay. It’s not a homosexual prom. It’s an all-inclusive prom.”, he tried to explain.
“Full of homosexuals.”, Yaku drawled into the microphone in front of him. Kuroo and Kenma made eye contact, rolling their eyes.
“Well, don’t attend if you don’t want to. Okay, how about we ask the Student Council what they think? They are the one’s who this prom effects.”, Iwazumi suggested. Student Council President, Kuroo Tetsuro, Yaku’s step son, stood up.
“We just want a prom, obviously. It’s supposed to be a celebration of all student-”, he said simply. Yaku cut him off.
“This isn’t a student council issue. It’s about… government tearing apart our community and taking away our choice!”. The audience cheered.
“And, Kenma, what do you want?”, Iwazumi asked.
“I want to go to prom like every other kid.”, Kenma said.
“So, you see, you are the ones making it difficult. All the students want is a prom, and you are preventing it!”. Iwazumi tried to sway the parents, who weren’t amused.
The doors of the auditorium slammed open and Suga, Hinata, and leading Bokuto burst into the room.
“Halt everything!”, Bokuto called out, silencing everyone. Behind them, some of the God Spell kids ran along to wall to get to the stage. Bokuto searched around the room with his eyes until Suga pointed out where Kenma was seated. “Kenma, we are here to tell you that you aren’t alone.”. Kenma sunk farther into his seat.
“Um, who are you people?”, Yaku shouted.
“We are liberals from Broadway!”, Hinata said proudly.
“And we are as gay as a bucket of wigs!”, Bokuto said. Someone next to them grumbled. “A bucket of them!”, he yelled to them. Hinata lightly shook his head behind Bokuto, signaling he wasn’t gay.
“ We are here to open your minds and your hearts. And the four of us are –“, Suga looked behind them and then spoke in a quiet voice, “Where is Oikawa?”.
“You’ll see.”, Bokuto said happily. On cue, the curtains on the stage that were closed began to open. A spot light was pointed right at the center. The curtains opened to show Oikawa in a pose, smiling deviously out to he audience as if he was expecting their admiration.
“Oh my God, that’s Oikawa Turoo!”, Iwazumi gasped.
“Who?”, Kenma asked him.
“I wanna tell the people off… what ever this towns called: I know what’s going on here and frankly I’m appalled. I read three quarters of a new story and knew I had to come! And unless I am doing The Miracle Worker, I won’t play blind, deaf, or dumb!”. Oikawa jumped off the stage and threw the yellow cape he had over his shoulders over for Bokuto to catch.
“Listen you bigoted monsters, just who do you think you are?”, Oikawa addressed the audience. “Your prejudice and your oppression won’t get past this Broadway star! Stealing the rights of boy who is an LGBQ-teen. I am a gay man, myself, and I’ve been far too angry to dig deeper into this story.”. Yaku put his head in his hands.
“But this isn’t about me! It’s about poor…”.
“Kenma!”, the three other Broadway stars shouted out to help Oikawa.
“Yes! Kenma! For can’t you see the ordeal she’s been dealt? So, hear my plea or here’s your next dilemma: How do you silence a man who’s know for his belt?”. Kenma wished he was invisible.
“Sing it, Jefferson!”, Bokuto shouted out.
“His beeeeeeeeeelllt!”, Oikawa sang out loudly and beautifully to the audience. Iwazumi was starstruck. Yaku slapped the arm of one of the teachers next to him.
“Get them out of here!”.
“How?”.
“Go on, threaten to riot; It won’t phase me in the least! I understand furious townsfolk, I did Beauty and the Beast.”. Oikawa turned to face Kenma. “I’m no strange to slander, no. My dear, you’re not alone. The post once said I was too old to play Alexander Hamilton!”.
Iwazumi gasped rather loudly.
“But, it’s not about me. It’s Kenma’s story, damnit! Equality should be this country’s norm! I don’t mean to intervein but I know how Kenma’s heart aches. And this is how actors make a scene: With fiery songs and dance breaks!”.
“Please don’t actually dance!”, Yaku said into his mic.
“Oh, don’t worry, we didn’t have enough time to choreograph anything.”, Suga, who somehow has snuck his way behind the man, said. Yaku jumped at the sudden calm voice behind him. Oikawa spun around and climbed the stairs onto the stage.
“It’s not about me, though, even if I’m rich and famous. Publicity is not my final goal!”. Standing behind Hinata, Takeda groaned. “So, join me and start fighting!”. The spotlight found him again but the lighting was very bright and he found it hard to see.
“Can I get softer lighting? Thank you.”.
“What is happening?”, Yaku cried out. He glared at the principle, who was too entranced with watching Oikawa, his idol’s, performance.
“Just don’t forget: This is all about… Kenma! And not about me!”. At saying “me”, Oikawa threw his hands into the air, his ego getting the best of him.
“What the fuck was that, Iwazumi?”, Yaku hissed at the principle as they walked out of the auditorium. “Did you do that?”.
“How could I have done that? Those were Broadway stars who just barged in!”, Iwazumi said, defending himself.
“Yeah, that was all us, sir.”, Suga said, poking his head into their walking conversation.
“How do you keep sneaking up on me like that?”.
“Yeah, did you like the speech though? The God Spell kids wrote it for me.”, Oikawa stepped into the conversation as well.
“If there are no gay people here, why is my gaydar going through the roof?”, Bokuto asked.
“I told you those God Spell kids would come in handy.”, Hinata said, complimenting his idea. Yaku groaned loudly and walked out the door and away from the group.
“Oikawa?”, Iwazumi asked. Oikawa looked up to him. “Hello, I am Iwazumi Hajime. I am such a giant fan of yours. I go to Broadway all the time to see your performances. I actually saw you in Hadestown, the show you one your first Tony for.”.
“Oh, thank you. I am talented, aren’t I?”. Oikawa flicked his hair around, soaking in the admiration. “You are the principle?”.
“Yes, I am. I’m helping Kenma.”.
“Well,”, Oikawa snatched his cape from Bokuto’s hands and slung it over his shoulders, “I am also here to help Kenma. We want to show to the world that we care about people, and that we are the same flesh and blood as haters are.”.
“Oikawa.”, Suga cut in, “We need to get on the bus and get to the hotel.”. Oikawa graciously shook hands with Iwazumi and walked off.
Kenma pulled his cardigan tighter around him as a strong gust of wind blew by. He cursed himself for not wearing a better jacket. He was behind the high school, walking next to the bleachers he and his boyfriend promised they’d meet at after the PTA meeting. He searched around, not wanted to walk much further in the cooling night.
“Kenma?”. Kenma turned and saw Kuroo stepping out from within the bleachers. He was wearing a jacket, scarf, and hat, way more prepared for the cold night than Kenma was. Kenma sighed with relief and walked closer.
“That was insane.”, Kuroo said, referring to the meeting.
“I know.”, Kenma said as he buried himself into Kuroo’s side for warmth.
“I’m really freaking out, Kenma. All of this attention is a problem. People are going to find out about us.”.
“It’s going to be alright. No one will know it’s you.”, Kenma reassured. “I don’t really like the idea of Broadway stars coming here and causing a ruckus.”. Kuroo took off his scarf and wrapped it around Kenma’s neck to help warm him up as they walked together.
“I just want to go to prom.”. Kenma nodded.
“I don’t want to start a riot, or blaze a trail, or be any sort of symbol or cautionary tale.”, Kenma said lightly. Kuroo, who’d dated the boy for a year, knew how the boy was. He was introverted, didn’t like the idea of spotlight. He hated how much attention he was getting for just wanting to take his closeted boyfriend to the prom. What Kenma wants is simple, as far as wanting goes. All the two wanted was to get all dressed up and go to prom together.
“How does that speech go?”, Kuroo asked, racking his brain.
“What speech?”.
“The Literature one, the one we had to read one hundred times.”. Kenma, a student who excelled in their Literature class, had the speech Kuroo was referencing to memorized since it was so nice to him.
“I just want to dance with you.”, he began reciting. “Let the whole world melt away and dance with you. Who cares what other people say? And when we’re through no one can convince us we were wrong. All it takes is you and me and a song.”.
“I still can’t believe you have the whole thing memorized.”, Kuroo said with amazement as they walked together.
“I really like it.”, Kenma said simply.
“Well, it’s not like I need a prom either. I don’t need a big production, streamers hanging in the air, a night with confetti in my hair. I don’t need to spent a night in a room with all of our classmates, people I’d rather not be with.”. Kenma laughed quietly.
“I just want to hold you.”, Kuroo hugged Kenma closer and mocked fluffiness. “And never let you go.”. Kenma laughed again. They walked down the sidewalk under a bunch of beautifully blossoming trees. The pink flowers glowed in the streetlight of the parking lot and decorated the concrete below. The gusts of wind around them knocked the petals out of the tree and they floated to the ground around the couple.
“That poem, I feel like it really defines us. If we were in a movie, it would be our song.”.
“You’re ridiculous.”, Kenma responded.
“Says the person who wore a cardigan outside on a freezing cold night.”. Kenma lightly hit Kuroo’s arm in offence, even thought he was very true. Kuroo laughed loudly. Kenma leaned more into Kuroo for more warmth and just a nice and calming feel he got when he was with Kuroo. Kuroo made Kenma warm, even during the winter, in his heart mostly. On one of their dates, they were walking through a park while the frigid air hung around them. But the warming feeling in Kenma’s heart helped him ignore it. It wasn’t until Kuroo began to freak out about how cold Kenma was when he realized the temperature around him.
“Oh, shit.”. Kuroo unwrapped his arm from around Kenma’s shoulders and stepped a couple feet away. “My dad is here. I’m sorry, I have to go.”. In the parking lot, the headlight could be seen coming closer. Before they could make a proper goodbye, Kuroo was rushing off.
“Bye.”, Kenma said quietly as he turned to walk away. It took until he got home for him to notice that he still had Kuroo’s scarf around him.