𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓 - 𝘵. 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰 (𝓀𝓊𝓇𝑜𝑜 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

DISCLAIMERS: STRONG LANGUAGE

TW: NONE

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“I hope you both know how trash you are at this game,” Kenma giggled, effortlessly obliterating Kuroo and I at Mario Kart.

“Ugh!” I exclaimed, burrowing my face in my knees. “Calm down, [y/n]. You’re being too hard on yourself!” Kuroo said, rubbing my back. “I know, but Kenma is always winning!” I said, trying to hold back my laughter.

“I only win because you guys suck at playing video games,” Kenma replied, setting down his controller to scroll through his phone.

“Whatever. We should do something else,” I said, standing up from the cold wooden floors. “Like what?” Kenma asked, glancing up at me from his phone. “Well, I was thinking that we should-”

“We should make a bet,” Kuroo said, interrupting me.

He was smirking. I could tell that there was a horrible idea about to come out of his mouth. Slowly, he started to walk up to me.

“I’ve been having trouble getting space from my fangirls, you know…” He sighed, eyeing my body up and down as he came closer to me.

This was weird behavior for Kuroo, since he was literally my best friend. I stiffened.

“We should have a fake relationship. First one to catch feelings loses. If we fuck, we both lose,” He explained blatantly.

“Uhm, what?” I asked, clearing my throat. “Please tell me your kidding…”

“Not one bit,” He replied, still wearing that devilish grin on his face.

“Well, I um-”

“On behalf of [y/n], I agree,” Kenma blurted out, holding in his laughter. “You little bi-” I began before being interrupted once again.

“So it’s settled then.” Kuroo smiled, “We’re officially 'dating',” Kuroo smiled. “Shit, I’m passed curfew,” He said, looking down at the time on his phone.

“See you later, babe,” Kuroo winked before leaving Kenma’s house. Kenma and I just stared at each other.

What just happened?