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If he had to decide what
actually woke him up, it was
probably the strong headache
but his attention was very
quickly drawn to the feeling
of bile rising up his throat.

Kuroo quickly rushed to the
bathroom to get rid of the remaining
bits inside his stomach but groaned
when the strong bathroom light feltlike someone had hit his
head with a shovel.

What the hell happened last night?

There wasn't much he remembered
besides meeting up with Bokuto,
he didn't even exactly know
how he got back home.

But he could imagine.

“Fuck. Kenma..”

Kuroo flushed the toilet and
wiped his mouth before he tried
his best to get back to his room as
fast as possible to check his phone.

But before he could even reach
for the device, his gaze stopped at
the small note on his bedside table.

‘Here's water and some
painkillers, you'll need them.
Call in sick for school, you're 18
and nobody should see you like this.
Don't forget to eat something and
text me when you're up, I won't
answer though because I'm
mad at you.’

There was the answer he
had already guessed.

He had completely fucked up
and he couldn't even blame his
boyfriend for being mad.

Not when he didn't even
know what he did last night.

He quickly took a pill with some
water before he grabbed his
phone to text his boyfriend.

Just seeing the call history made
his heart ache, how much stress
had he caused his pregnant
loved one yesterday?

Too much, definitely.

‘Hey kitten, I'm up and took
some painkillers. I don't
remember much about last
night but I'm so sorry for
pulling you into this.
I'm really sorry you had to
see me like that. I love you <3’

But just as expected,
he didn't get an answer.

Even hours later Kuroo continued
to stare at his phone, waiting for
any sign from his boyfriend just in
case Kenma would change his mind.

But he was probably at school
too at the moment, right?

Deciding that maybe getting a
bit of fresh air would help his
head feel less under pressure,
Kuroo grabbed his phone,
jacket and keys before
he went outside.

It was raining as expected for
the middle of November and he
couldn't help but shudder as he
looked up at the window
of Kenma's room.

And while he had just instinctively
done that as he often did, something
made him stop in his tracks.

Mrs Kozume was in his room and

she seemed worried as she leaned
over where Kenma's bed was.

Was something wrong?

Did something happen
to Kenma last night?

Should he go over and
ask if he's okay?

He knew that his boyfriend
was mad at him and maybe
didn't want to see him.

But he just wanted to make
sure Kenma was okay, his
intentions were good, right?

Kuroo's feet already moved on
their own as they carried him
to the front door before he
knocked softly, not wanting
to ring the doorbell in case
Kenma was sleeping.

“Kuroo.
Shouldn't you be in school?”

Mrs Kozume asked surprised
when she opened the door.

So she didn't know what happened
last night, her son hadn't told her.

“I feel a bit sick and wanted to
make sure Kenma's not sick too.”

What a damn lie, somehow.

“That's very sweet of you but
he sadly fell sick too. He came
back home late last night, I'm
not sure where he went, and
woke up with a fever.
We already went to doctor Sato
to make sure everything is okay
with the baby. He's going to be fine,
it's his stress fever and nothing
too dangerous. But it's been a
long time since he had this fever,
I wonder what he did last night.
He wouldn't tell me.”

Kuroo tried his best not to make
it too obvious with his mimic that he
felt so unbelievably guilty and awful.

It was his fault Kenma was sick now,
it was his fault he had put
their child at danger.

“I think it'd be good for you to
go home and rest too now.
I'll tell Kenma you were here
when he wakes up, okay?”

The ravenette nodded and thanked
the lady before going back home,
now even more worried and
frustrated with himself.

He could totally understand if
Kenma wouldn't forgive him for that.

But he really needed to ask Bokuto
what happened last night.

Hearing absolutely nothing from
Kenma for two whole days almost
made him go insane.

Going to school without him,
spending the breaks without
him and having practice
without the blonde waiting
for him upstairs was one thing
affecting his mood greatly but
not knowing if his boyfriend
was feeling better made it impossible
to concentrate on anything else.

“Kuroo! Come in!
I didn't know you were
coming over for dinner!”

It was Kenma's dad opening the
door this time and Kuroo looked
probably just as surprised about
the older man's statement.

“I-I'm not, I just wanted to see Kenma
for a moment if that's possible.”

“Sure, he's upstairs. He's not totally
fit yet but he's much better now.”

Kuroo nodded as he went inside
and took his shoes off before he
made his way upstairs to
his boyfriend's room.

Walking the all too familiar way
only made him even more nervous.

Kenma was probably still mad but
he needed to set things right now.

He needed to make sure his
boyfriend knew that he knew
he had messed up big time.

“Kitten?”

Tetsuro gently knocked on the
door before he opened it carefully
when he got a hum in return.

His small boyfriend laid curled
up on his bed, still snuggled in his
blanket with the cat plushie in his
hold and his eyes half closed as
he stared at Kuroo with an
unreadable expression.

“Hey, kitten.”

The ravenette tried to start a
conversation as he pulled the
chair over so he could sit
down beside the bed.

“I know you're mad at me and..
You have absolutely every right to be.
I'm so sorry for messing things up,
for letting Bokuto- no, for making
stupid decisions on my own that
resulted in you getting sick.
I shouldn't have gone out knowing
that Bokuto wanted to have a drink
with me. I shouldn't have pulled
you into this mess either.
I'm really sorry.”

“You should be.”

“I know, I'm-”

“No, I don't think you know.
Not to the extent you should.
A simple sorry won't change
what happened and normally
I wouldn't be like this about

such a situation but fuck, Kuroo!
We're going to be parents,
you can't make such decisions
and be surprised later that they
were damn shitty decisions!
I don't mind picking you up somewhere in the middle of the
night, I don't mind that you wanted
to spend your first drink with
Bokuto and sure, it sucks that
all of this stressed me enough
to get a fever again.
And normally I'd just survive it,
get over it and that's it. But this
isn't about you and me anymore!”

There were tears of pure anger
and disappointment glistening in
the younger's eyes as he let out
everything that has been stuck in
his head and heart the past days.

“We need to make better
decisions to be good parents.
That's what taking responsibility
is about. The fever..
The fever could have easily
made my body miscarry..”

Kenma looked up at his boyfriend
as the first tear slipped down his rosy
cheek, his one hand subconsciously
wandering to his little baby bump.

Their baby was okay,
Dr Sato had said it multiple times.

But the fear was still there,
lingering in the marrow of his
bones and reminding him with
every movement that it could
be over so fast.

Two big, warm hands carefully
cupped the younger's face as a
thumb brushed the tear away
ever so gently before Kuroo
rested his forehead against his
boyfriend's, his own eyes
stinging with unshed tears.

“I am so damn sorry.
I know I can't fix the things I
did so easily but it was never my
intention to hurt you or our baby.
After hearing that you got a fever
from that night, I couldn't stop
thinking about how much I
had fucked up. You're right,
I failed my promise of taking
responsibility this time.
And I'm not going to forgive
myself for that. But I want you
to know that I'll try my hardest
to make the right decisions and
the right decisions only for us from
now on. For the three of us.”

Kuroo sighed as he closed his
eyes and leaned into the touch
when Kenma cupped his cheek
to wipe a tear away just like his
boyfriend had done a
few minutes ago.

“You just made one.
That's a good start.”

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