kenma doesn’t like making a thing out of stuff like this.
there’s no reason it has to be a scene, but kenma knows that kuroo will make it one either way, so he supposes it can’t be helped. kuroo was pouty enough about not being allowed to help with the decorating, though he didn’t complain too much. kenma doesn’t even know why he was so stubborn about not letting kuroo see any of it until it was done; his excuse to himself was that kuroo would be overbearing about the whole thing, and how was kenma supposed to make any decisions with kuroo hanging around.
maybe he was just nervous.
maybe he was just -- embarrassed. this is new for him. kuroo’s fawned over it enough times already -- kenma, taking initiative, kenma, doing something for himself, kenma, following his dreams. dramatic. it’s not even a dream, he just -- he’s good at this. the masks. and kuroo’s right, he could make money off of it, and if he makes money then kuroo doesn’t have to lend it to him all the time. and if he has his own workspace, he can spend as much time as he wants there, and nobody can bother him unless he lets them. it’s his territory. so it just -- it makes sense, that’s all. it was a sensible decision so kenma did it. it’s not the huge thing kuroo makes it out to be.
(so why does it make him so nervous, leading kuroo into the little studio? why did he guard his process so jealously, if it didn’t matter to him? don’t call him on it.)
he doesn’t look at kuroo as he unlocks the door and steps inside, doesn’t look at kuroo as he flicks on the lights. it’s a small space, and not bright -- there are tapestries on the walls, mostly dark-toned, and the floor is black tile, shiny, broken by the plinths that house a selection of his masks. more masks are in glass cases lined against the wall. it’s a showroom, as it has to be, but a muted one, a shrouded space. but it’s clean, and it’s got a certain -- a certain air of intrigue to it, and kenma -- kenma doesn’t hate it.
he stands to the side, links his hands together in front of him and stares down at his fingers, and only after a long moment does he risk glancing up at kuroo for his reaction. to most, his perpetual kakugan make reading his expression difficult, but kuroo knows him better than that. “so...yeah. here it is.”
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