âYour pizza will arrive within the hour.â
Kuroo removed a purring cat from the keyboard and nearly dropped her when he realizedâoh my god.
He slammed the receiver down and didnât even think about apologizing, explaining himself, or maybe laughing it off. It probably happened to the man who took his orders, religiously every Thursday, all the time. But no, his brain was currently fuzzy as the cat rubbing his ankle, unable to process the stark, rapidly drowning embarrassment.
It was like ice chips floating in his blood, the horror and humiliation so deep Kuroo wanted to walk out into the busy street and lay down.
But then the animal shelter demanded his attention, the phone ringing sharply to garner what sense he had left. There was going to be a little celebration, as one of the ugliest, yet sweetest deaf dogs was just adopted into a very nice home. Kuroo offered to order it, only if Kenma paid, which he accepted immediately. The dog was the furthest thing from his mind though, as the phone rang again. He gingerly picked up the receiver and recited his speech from four years ago.
âDowntown Animal Shelter, how can Iââ
âOkay, itâs you, I was worried it would be someone else and thatâd be kind of awkward to explain, you know?â
âUm,â he could only manage that syllable because it was the pizza boy on the other line again, the same one who had returned Kurooâsâapparent and suddenâfeelings.
âBut listen, you sound cool and whatever, but we donât give discounts for sudden love confessions. Wish we did, because that would be very nice, like can you imagine that advertising?â
âLike picture this, youâre ordering your food and say something nice to me, like I hope you find twenty bucks on the street, or you know, we could go all the way to âI love youâ without even stopping at first base, which alright man, I can dealââ
âAnd then the screen turns to pink and the slogan slowly fades in in comic sans: Share the Love Discount. Donât be a dick to minimum wage employees,â the pizza boy hummed, very pleased with himself (Kuroo guessed, now that his brain was slowly catching up to the weirdest fucking conversation of his life). âAnd instead of paying eleven bucks for a large, you get maybe two bucks off and a free breadstick. Oh man, I need to go to business school or something, this is gold!â
âIâm⌠sorry?â Kuroo tried to apologize, not sure how to respond to this rant. âIt just⌠came out.â
âOh, no man, itâs cool.â
âRight. Okay. Iâm hanging up now.â
âOh, cool. Iâm Bokuto, by the way. Love you,â the pizza boy, Bokuto, sounded distracted now,Â
Kuroo put down the phone and nearly threw it at the wall a moment later.
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