Kuroo betrays you in a way you’d never imagine he’d do.
“I can’t believe you.”
You hardly recognize the trembling venom in your voice as Kuroo tears his gaze away from yours with a grimace. “I can’t believe you. How could you do this to me?”
You can’t see straight. You don’t know where to look. The one whom you once proudly labeled a friend just shatters your trust in one moment. You don’t know whether to scream or throw the object in your hand at him. Both options are satisfying, but they won’t fix what has already been done—all you know is that every fiber of your being longs for Kuroo to rot in hell.
Even Kenma, who mistakenly thought he had grown used to your playful theatrics, was taken aback by the animosity. He didn’t think what Kuroo did was serious, but you look ready to rip him to shreds. His eyes dart back and forth between you and Kuroo, who finally faces you with furrowed brows.
“You don’t understand—”
“Really?” you cut in, seething. “You’re gonna use that card on me? I guess it’s fine since you already threw me into that mess.”
“I had no choice!” he finally snaps in frustration. “If it was the other way around, you would’ve done the same!”
Your eyes narrow. “I wouldn’t.”
“Don’t lie,” Kuroo threatens darkly. “I know you.”
“Then you should know I wouldn’t betray you like that,” you spat. “Three years of friendship, and you pull shit like this. Get out.”
Kenma’s eyes widen. Surely you aren’t serious?
“I’m serious,” you say loudly. “Get out. Get out!”
Kuroo glances at Kenma with bewilderment. “Hey now,” he tries placating. “We could try fixing—”
You aren’t done. “I will not be expected to put up with this snake behavior in my own house, in my own room, and on my own file of Mario Kart! Get the hell outta here before I blue-shell your ass in real life.”
You raise your controller high above your head menacingly.
Kuroo quickly stands up. From the screen, victory music loops, as well as the highlights of Peach blue-shelling Shy Guy right before the finish line. No one moves a muscle, and Kenma is starting to think that accepting the invitation to hang out at your house is a mistake.
Then, you lower the controller with a pleased smile. Kuroo relaxes with the shit-eating grin that everyone in the room is all too familiar with.
“We’re such good actors,” you say.
“We oughtta be on the Oscars,” adds Kuroo.
“Make our debut in Hollywood.”
“Better get that acting degree first.”
“Oh? You think you got time to join the theater club?”
He bats his eyes. “Anything is possible when you’re here with me.”
“Oh Kuroo!” you cry dramatically. “I see you haven’t betrayed our friendship! Let us mend it even stronger!”
Kuroo joins along. “Let’s!”
As the two of you break down into ugly cackles, Kenma hopes a blue-shell flies in and puts him out of his misery.
