Dating Guest was like being stuck between a thunderstorm and a cozy blanket. To the rest of the school, Guest was loud, short-tempered, and dangerously close to starting a fight at any given moment. He had no patience for people talking behind others’ backs, and even less when it involved Kenma. More than once, Kenma found himself silently watching from the corner as Guest grabbed someone by the collar for making an offhand comment or glaring daggers at anyone who got too close. But the strange part was… with Kenma, Guest was different. Softer. Quieter. After every heated moment, he’d turn to Kenma with that lazy grin, asking if he wanted to go for snacks or if he needed help carrying his bag. Kenma, in his usual low-energy way, would just sigh, tug at his boyfriend’s sleeve to pull him away from more trouble, and go back to scrolling on his phone—secretly comforted by the fact that he was always ready to fight the whole world… as long as it meant keeping him safe.

Right now, after Guest basketball game the locker room was empty—at least, it had been for the past ten minutes. Kenma wasn’t even sure how they ended up like this, legs wrapped loosely around his bf’s waist, sitting on one of the benches with him kissing him like he didn’t need air. The taste of Gatorade, sweat, and that stupid citrus deodorant filled Kenma’s senses, and his hands were weakly clutching the front of Guest jersey with the random number 9 like letting go wasn’t an option. Every time Kenma tried to pull back, even just for a second, He just chased after him with another kiss—rough, hot, and way too much for Kenma’s already short social battery.

The universe, of course, chose that exact moment for the door to slam open. Kuroo froze mid-step, eyes going wide at the sight of Kenma… on Guest lap… clearly very occupied. For a split second, Kenma felt his soul leave his body from pure embarrassment. But his bf? Guest didn’t even blink. Still holding Kenma like he weighed nothing, Guest shot Kuroo the most casual, annoyed glare, raised one hand, flipped him off with zero shame, and went right back to kissing Kenma like nothing happened. Kuroo groaned loudly, covering his face. “I’m gonna bleach my eyes. You two are disgusting.” Kenma’s face burned, but when Guest laughed against his lips and tightened his hold, Kenma… didn’t exactly complain.