It was finally Saturday. Kenma didn't know how he felt.

  Did he feel nervous? Excited? Was it good or bad to feel nervous? Was it okay to be expecting something?

  Kenma shook his head. He shouldn't expect much. He should think of this like hanging out with Shoyo. 'It's not really a date.'

  Kenma decided it'd be good to change his appearance today. Instead of his signature red sweater, a plain white long-sleeve shirt and black jeans that were a little baggy on him. He tucked in the shirt, pulling it out just a little bit. He added a black belt and black combat boots. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought he looked like he was trying too hard. Although, he liked to dress like this regardless of the occasion.

Kenma use a black mini backpack to hold his things. He looked at himself one more time and decided he looked good enough.

 'Good enough? For what?'

------

 Kuroo had barely slept the night before. He was too excited. Honestly, he was surprised that this wasn't some crazy dream. He never thought that Kenma would've agreed to go on a date with him. Or that they would be texting as much as they did. He was glad though, considering Kenma never really talks in person.

  Kuroo wore a black t-shirt that said "The King" paired with a black leather jacket. He wore black, ripped skinny jeans. A dark blue cardigan wrapped around his waist for some color and black vans.

  Kuroo smirked at himself in the mirror, "Looking good." He finger-gunned himself.

  He put on a silver dog tag necklace and some rings before grabbing his things and putting them in his pockets. He ran a hand through his hair and winked at himself in the mirror, trying to be confident as he left his room.

  "Bokuto, Akaashi. I'm leaving." Kuroo called out to his two roommates that were sat, cuddled into the couch.

  "Oooh~ finally going on your date~" Bokuto sang suggestively. "You better introduce us to "neko-chan" soon." Bokuto grinned. "I gotta see the guy that's got you wrapped around his little fingers."

  "Shut up." Kuroo blushed. "Akaashi, get  your boyfriend."

  "Actually, I agree. I wanna meet Mr. "Pudding Cup"." Akaashi raised an eyebrow at Kuroo. He still remembered the embarrassed look on Kuroo's face when he found out that Kenma was named "Pudding Cup" on his contacts.

  Kuroo blushed harder. "You guys are literally so annoying." he groaned. "I'm leaving." He didn't let them say another word as he left the apartment.

 He pulled out his phone and texted Kenma.

> Can't wait to see you, kitty. :) <

  The reply was almost instant.

[Pudding Cup <3]

< okay >

  Kuroo found himself grinning like a fool for such a dull response. "Geez, Bokuto is right...I'm whipped." He sighed before rushing to the train station.

----------------

  Kenma arrived first. Exactly at 1 o'clock, like they had planned. He thought he felt a little too anxious as he felt his clammy hands. He really shouldn't let some random coffee shop guy make him feel like this.

  It was too scary of a feeling.

  "Kenma!"

  Kenma's head whipped towards the sound. Kuroo waved at him with that smirk-like grin on his face. Kenma looked the taller up and down. He thought Kuroo looked good in casual clothes rather than his usual work attire.

 'Stop.' Kenma shook the thoughts out of his head as he returned the wave with a smaller one himself.

  "Hi, Kuroo." He mumbled.

  "Hey!" Kuroo looked at Kenma. "You look really good today. Very cute." Kuroo smirked, easily hiding the nervousness that sat in the pit of his stomach.

  Kenma's cheeks surely turned a light pink. "Um, thanks...I guess." Kenma looked around. "So, what's the plan?"

  "Oh! Yeah, um, I got us tickets to see any movie. You can choose the movie, okay?" Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to choose a movie and have Kenma dislike it. Thankful for Akaashi's advice, he bought tickets that allowed them to choose any movie with open seats for any time. 

  Kenma was kind of shocked. He had thought of Kuroo to be the assertive type who had everything perfectly planned to a T. "Um..oh. Can we watch 'The Benefactor'?"

 'The Benefactor' was honestly about a manga villain that basically controlled crime by using money to have others do his bidding. He would use the greedy, needy poor in the Slums of New York that were willing to risk their lives because they were drowning in debt.

The movie had incredible ratings and Kenma had really wanted to watch it.

"'The Benefactor'? Isn't that the movie about that villain in that one manga? What's it called? Uhhh, oh," Kuroo snapped his fingers in realization, "'Money Call'!"

  Kenma was pleasantly surprised that Kuroo knew the manga. "You read manga?"

  "Not a lot but yeah. My friend really likes manga so I steal his books sometimes." He shrugged. "Okay, let's go and see if there's a showing soon."

  The theater was close by, thankfully. Kuroo spoke most of the way there about work and weird or funny customer moments. Kenma found himself smiling at the rambling Kuroo.

  "....and then he fainted." Kuroo laughed, looking down to see Kenma giggling. His heart swelled thinking that he actually got Kenma to laugh just a little.

  "You have a lot of stories, huh?" Kenma smiled. "Must always be fun to go to work."

  "Of course. I love working at Karasuno. It's even more fun when I get to see you, though." Kuroo thought the last part aloud. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth, blushing.

  The two had stopped walking. Kenma stared at Kuroo for a minute before bursting into a giggle fit. "You're really such a dork." He wiped the laughing tears from his eyes. "You can flirt and call my so many names but this is what makes you nervous?" He continued to laugh and giggle.

 Kuroo would've been even more embarrassed but it was like he was struck by lightning. Kenma's smile and the sound of his laughter had Kuroo stuck in his spot. Kuroo was falling deeper into this feeling than before. He wanted to make Kenma laugh like that more. To smile like that more.

  "Sh-shut up." Kuroo mumbled. "I wasn't trying to flirt...that's why." He pouted. "Come on, let's just go." He grabbed Kenma's hand and started dragging him along.

  Kenma's laughter stopped at the sudden hand holding.  "Ah- Kuroo...your hand.."

  Kuroo turned back to see a blushing Kenma, avoiding eye contact. Kuroo smiled at that. "It's fine." He squeezed Kenma's hand a bit, slowing down so they could walk side by side.

-----------

  The two got to the theater just before the showing of the movie. They were lucky enough to score some seats in the back and went to the movie room quickly.

  The two sat down just as the commercials started to end. "Right on time" Kuroo smiled. He could see the tiny excited aura that floated around Kenma.

  As the movie started, Kuroo grabbed Kenma's hand. Kenma looked at Kuroo with wide eyes, blushing for the fiftieth time today. The way Kuroo gently smiled at Kenma made him not want to pull away his hand. He continued to let Kuroo hold his hand, turning his attention back to the movie.

----------

  "That was amazing." Kenma and Kuroo walked out of the theatre, still holding hands. Kenma completely forgot about it during and after the movie. "The flashback scenes really made me want to cry." He let out a sigh in awe.

  Kuroo grinned at Kenma. "Yeah, honestly the movie was better than I thought it would be. I'm glad we got to see it together, Kenma."

  Kenma looked at Kuroo with a smile. "Yeah..."

  The two walked together in a comfortable silence for a bit before Kenma spoke again, "I'm hungry."

  Kuroo blinked at Kenma. "Oh! Right, let's go get something to eat. Do you have anything you hate?"

  "I don't like seafood that much but otherwise anything is fine."

  Kuroo nodded, a serious look on his face. Kenma thought the crease in his eyebrows was kinda cute. "Ah, come on. I know a place you'll like."

 Kuroo led the way. Their hands were kinda sweaty but the two made no move to let go as they walked through the busy streets in downtown Japan.

  They soon made it to a small restaurant. "The food here is the best in Japan." Kuroo grinned.

  As they walked in they were immediately greeted by some blonde guy wearing a headband. "Oh! Look who's here. It's Kuroo."

"Hey old man." Kuroo grinned cheekily, hugging the man with one hand, the other still gripping onto Kenma's.

  "Ah, geez, I ain't old yet." He flicked Kuroo before noticing Kenma. "Ah- who's this?"

  "This is Kenma. My...." He looked at Kenma before saying, "my date." He smiled proudly.

  Kenma felt himself heat up. "Um...Hi." He looked away. 'Geez, this stupid rooster head.'

  "Oh?" The guy raised a brow. "Is he forcing you?" The guy whispered but in a loud enough way for Kuroo to hear.

  "Gah- Old man!"

  Kenma watched as Mr. "Old Man" laughed wildly. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just joking." He looked at Kenma. "You can call me Ukai."

  Ukai....why did that sound so familiar? Kenma decided to ignore that and nodded at Ukai. "Okay, thank you." He bowed a bit.

  The two were seated at the counter. Kuroo ordered for the both of them, claiming that it was he best ramen ever.

  When the food arrived, Kenma slowly let go of Kuroo's hand. He found himself missing the sweaty warmth of Kuroo's hand on his. Geez, what's going on with him....?

  Kuroo watched as Kenma took a bite. He grinned when he saw the way Kenma's eyes sparkled. "Ish gud." He said with his mouth full.

  Kuroo grinned and dug in as well. Kuroo quickly found himself talking about himself again. "So, I'm a business major. I want to get into sports management and promotion. I love sports but I can't see myself playing it forever. I just like the idea of people coming together to watch and play a game. The connection and the love and the passion. All of it bonded together in a way that can make a player and a watcher both cry because of the results. It's an amazing thing and I want to be able to contribute to it. You know?" He turned to look at Kenma staring at him. "Oh, I'm rambling, huh? Sorry." He laughed nervously.

  "No, don't be sorry. I like hearing you talk about the things you love." Kenma rested his chin onto his hand. "I've never been that passionate about sports. You kind of remind me of my friend. He's like you. He's very passionate about his playing. Always practicing an improving." He nodded. 'I believe that you two will go very far. Me...I don't know yet. I'm in art and video gaming design/development. I've always been good at video games and art. I also know how to program, but I don't really know what I want to do. I'd rather play the games than make them. If I make them, it won't be a challenge to beat them. I might just continue life like how I am now. I mean, being a YouTuber isn't bad. I get paid enough to pay my bills, my tuition, and more. I just...I feel like I'm gonna end up nowhere if I do..." Kenma trailed off, looking up at Kuroo.

  Kuroo and Kenma stared at each other in a silence that wasn't comfortable or uncomfortable. Honestly, Kenma found that he wasn't able to truly describe the tension that surrounded the two. It was a tension that pulled at the both of their heartstrings though. Like someone tied a string to the both of their hearts, slowly pulling them closer together. And the distance was closing so quickly that Kenma didn't know how to react.

  Kenma was scared. So scared that the distance would close and he wouldn't be able to run away. That he wouldn't want to. Because what if Kuroo wanted to? He didn't know what to do with this aching inside his heart. It hurt so goddamn much but Kenma didn't want it to stop.

  "Um...we should get going.." Kenma whispered, not breaking away from Kuroo's gaze.

  "Yeah..." Kuroo's voice was low and deep. A sound that resonated deep within Kenma's body.

  None of them made a move. It was like they were glued to this position. The string tugged and tugged and tugged but neither pulled away or pushed closer. Both were unsure of the next move to make. Kenma didn't know if he wanted to pull away just yet. He anticipated Kuroo's next move.

  He'd let Kuroo decide what happened next. That's what he decided.

  "Kuroo..." Kenma said his name, searching Kuroo's eyes for anything that could give him a hint as to what was going to happen next.

  Kuroo didn't respond right away. He just looked at Kenma with an unreadable expression. He felt his hands start to clam up. His brain was yelling at him to do something. 'Kiss him. Pat his head. Hug him. Do something. Anything. Come on! Move, Testu!'

  Kuroo leaned forward just the tiniest bit, testing the waters. When he saw Kenma flinch back a little, he thought he made he wrong move until Kenma returned to his position, fluttering his eyes shut.

  Kuroo didn't chicken out as he moved to place a kiss on Kenma's cheek. The kiss lasting a bit longer than it should have, maybe. He didn't want to kiss Kenma on the lips just yet. He wanted to hear Kenma say he liked him first. He wanted to truly confess to Kenma first.

 "Let's go." Kuroo stood up and held his hand out for Kenma.

 Kenma blinked slowly, looking at Kuroo. He was a bit confused but he didn't say anything. He just grabbed Kuroo's hand and let himself follow Kuroo to wherever they were going next.

_________________________

Whoo! This was a LONG chapter! Well, longer than the previous ones. I had to cut the date a bit short in order to make the story stay its course.