AN: Hey everyone! This is different than most things I write...and please make sure you know that this is a poly fic. I actually have plans to continue in this universe and add more people to the pairing. Anyway, if you like this story, please let me know!

Kenma had always known he would be an omega. From the second he learned about secondary genders he had assumed that was what his was. He fit the criteria – even if he was probably a little more…socially awkward than most.

The thought of the burden that placed on him should have been enough to make Kenma panic. After all, it was the omega's that initiated the courtships, the omega's that decided what, or who, was needed in the circle. But it didn't worry Kenma. Honestly, there was a particular reason it didn't worry him.

That reason was Kuroo.

Kuroo had been the one person Kenma could lean on and trust since the two had met as children. Just like Kenma knew he was an omega that day they learned about genders, he knew Kuroo was going to present as an alpha. And, once they both presented, Kenma had no doubt that Kuroo would be what Kenma's inner omega drew him to.

The two of them had never needed anyone else and he doubted that would change.

So he wasn't worried.

Typical circles had anywhere from two, an omega and their mate, to twenty. Some omega's would be drawn to more than one alpha, or to an alpha and a better, or more than one. Some would end up being drawn to another omega and their circle as well. However, a pack with two omega's was typically rare and in modern times, most circles consisted of two to five people. Kenma had no doubt in his mind that he would be one of the "standard" omega/alpha pairings.

The thought was confirmed over and over again as he and Kuroo got older. Kuroo was the only person that understood Kenma. Even Kenma's parents didn't understand him as well as the older boy. The two rarely spent a night apart, either Kenma staying with Kuroo or Kuroo with Kenma. Their parents had begun to accept that this wouldn't change and just asked that the boys inform them in advance whose house they were staying at. Eventually, half of Kenma's games found their way to Kuroo's and he noticed that half of Kuroo's wardrobe was in his room.

Things took a slight turn when Kuroo went to junior high first. The two no longer walked home together and Kenma wasn't able to sit with his friend during lunch. Kenma found himself…unsure that year. In previous years, Kuroo had always found him during breaks and the two would talk/play volleyball during that time. Now, Kuroo wasn't there. Kenma didn't have anyone to talk to, didn't have anyone to play with. Instead, he kept a game on him at all times and played that during breaks. He left school as soon as he could, usually being the first one out the door, just so he could get home. Kuroo was never there, he had volleyball practice after school, but that was okay. Kenma would go to whatever house the two were planning to stay at and curl up on the bed, just breathing in the scent of his friend. Kuroo would join him there later, greeting him loudly before curling up around Kenma. He would then proceed to tell him, in great detail, every little thing that had happened that day. Kuroo said it was because he wanted Kenma to feel like he had been there with him.

Kenma had said he was an idiot, but he felt his lips twitch into a smile anyway.

Kenma finally joined Kuroo the next year and he also joined the volleyball team. He wasn't a huge fan of it like Kuroo, but he liked being around the other boy and it wasn't too bad. He didn't hate it and he didn't love it, so he didn't really see the point in not joining.

Besides, if he didn't, he would have upset Kuroo.

Just like that, the two fell back into old routines. Kuroo found Kenma on breaks. Kuroo ate lunch with Kenma every day. The two went to volleyball practice after school and walked home together. The only time they were apart was during classes. And Kenma was happy.

Kuroo presented during his third year and things changed slightly. He was more careful with Kenma. Both his parents and Kenma's watched the two of them closely and there were times that Kuroo spent the night alone instead of with Kenma. Kenma didn't like it, but he knew it would happen. There were just some things he couldn't be there for.

Kuroo moved to high school and Kenma was once again alone. He had kept his gaming device on him after primary school, but he began to use it more often. He continued to go to volleyball practice and games, even without Kuroo. He still didn't think it was fun, but he did somewhat enjoy playing setter. That small amount of joy was taken from him when he moved up to high school. The third years were horrible and Kenma would never have stayed on the team if it wasn't for Kuroo. The older boy had begged Kenma to stay, promised that things would be different after the third years left.

Kenma had stayed for one reason – because he knew that Kuroo would be named captain the following year and there was no way Kenma was going to leave him alone.

He had seen the omega's that eyed Kuroo. He had seen the way they would move toward him, trying to initiate things to see if Kuroo was fit to be part of their circle. He knew Kuroo had had offers. He also knew that, as of now, Kuroo had rejected them.

There was no way Kenma wasn't going to be by his side as long as he could.

During his first year training camp, Kenma finally met Bokuto. Kuroo had been talking about the Fukurodani spiker since the two had met the previous year. The two had kept in contact and Kenma wasn't surprised that Kuroo had literally jumped off the bus and into the other boys arms as soon as they stepped off. He watched, a smiled twitching on his lips, as the two yelled greetings at each other. "Kitten!" Kuroo finally said, receiving eye rolls from most of the Nekoma team and abusive mutterings from the third years. Kuroo ignored it all, reaching back to gently grab Kenma's wrist and pull him toward the silver haired alpha. "This is Bokuto. Bo, this is Kenma," Kuroo introduced.

Bokuto's face brightened and he leaned down so he was eye level with the smaller setter. Kenma blinked in surprise as the wide smile was turned toward him. "Kenma! I've been wanting to meet you! Kuroo always talks about you! I heard you're a setter – Kuroo say's you're amazing! You should meet Akaashi!" And with that, the older boy turned on his heel and moved toward another boy that was currently talking to Fukurodani's captain. Bokuto merely threw his arm over the other's shoulders and pulled him toward Kuroo and Kenma. Kenma saw the other throw an apologetic look toward the captain, who merely shrugged with a smile.

"This is Akaashi! He's a first year setter! Isn't he pretty?" Bokuto said loudly and several people around the group chuckled.

The boy in question, Akaashi, blushed slightly as he bowed to Kuroo and Kenma. "Hello," he said softly. "I am Akaashi Keiji. Please to meet you."

"Heyhey," Kuroo said brightly, his eyes flickering over Akaashi, "aren't you polite? And yes, Bo, very pretty," he agreed with he saw his friend jumping up and down impatiently. Kenma had to agree. He really as pretty – surprisingly so. Kenma would have expected him to be a omega but he was definitely identifiable as a beta. "I'm Kuroo Tetsuro. This is Kozume Kenma."

"Pleased to meet you Kuroo-san, Kozume-san."

Kenma felt his nose scrunch up in displeasure at the words and Kuroo laughed loudly. "Kuroo is fine. And just call him Kenma."

Akaashi nodded his head slightly, but by the gleam in his eye, Kenma knew the other boy had no intention of doing so. Bokuto and Kuroo carried on their conversation, something that seemed to need a lot of hand gestures and noises. Kenma quickly slid his DS out of Kuroo's jacket pocket while he was distracted. The older boy had taken it as soon as the bus stopped.

He flicked it on and restarted his game, very much aware that Akaashi had moved closer to him and was watching over his shoulder. Usually, Kenma would have been very uncomfortable with this, but there was something about the other boy that made Kenma tilt the screen toward him, allowing him a clearer view. "You're very good, Kenma-san," Akaashi said. Kenma felt his eyebrows raise in surprise. Well, it was better than Kozume-san.

"Thanks," he muttered as Kuroo and Bokuto's conversation began to grow even louder. He flinched back slightly as Bokuto suddenly howled and flickered his gaze up. Bokuto was kneeling on the ground, his face in his hands. Kuroo was standing over him, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Great," he heard Akaashi mutter as he moved toward the spiker. "Bokuto-san, we should really be in the gym. I believe our first match is coming up."

"Just go without me! It wouldn't matter anyway! What type of spiker cant even manage to hit straights?!" He howled loudly.

Kenma felt his lips twitch yet again as the "pretty" Akaashi shot Kuroo a glare of pure irritation. Kuroo quickly took a step back, eyes wide, as Akaashi knelt beside Bokuto and began talking to him in a soft voice. In less than a minute, Bokuto was back on his feet and throwing a challenging look Kuroo's way. "Just watch! I'll do it and you cats will fall on your backs!"

…what?

"Fall on our…are you talking about the whole cats land on their feet thing?" Kuroo asked, a confused expression overtaking his features. "Wait, was that a threat?"

Bokuto howled once more, turning on his heel and stomping toward the gym. Akaashi followed him a second later after throwing Kuroo one more glare and a slight bow at Kenma. "What are you doing, Kuro?" Kenma asked as soon as the two were out of earshot.

Kuroo turned with a guilty smile. "It's easier to block him if he's irritated," the other boy admitted. "Our first game is against Fukurodani."

Kenma sighed, his eyes straying back to his game, "I don't think you made a good impression on Akaashi."

"Yeah, that probably wasn't my best idea," Kuroo admitted. "At least I have the rest of the week to make him like me! I don't think Bo would forgive me if I didn't. He seems really taken with the kid."

Kenma rolled his eyes at the last sentence. Kuroo was only a year older than Akaashi and Kenma was the same age as him. Kuroo certainly didn't refer to Kenma as kid.

"Wait – Kitten, how did you get that?" Kuroo finally said with a frown. Kenma turned away from the other quickly, moving his character as fast as possible to get to a saving point. "Kenma, give me the game."

Kenma took a step away from the taller boy, but Kuroo was too quick. Before he realized it, the game had been swiped from his hand and was once again resting in Kuroo's pocket. "Kuro-"

"We need to get into the gym," Kuroo said, placing his hand on the middle of Kenma's back and moving him toward the doors. "Our first game is about to start."

Kenma scowled but allowed himself to be moved. It wasn't as if he was going to be playing anyway – what was the point?

The week passed quickly and Kenma was surprised just how much he enjoyed both Akaashi and Bokuto's company. The two boys had sat with Kuroo and Kenma during meals and, while Bokuto was a little loud for Kenma's taste, he was nice and easy going. He didn't try to push Kenma, like so many others did. Akaashi was almost as quiet as Kenma and seemed to be able to calm Bokuto with only a few words. Kenma enjoyed Akaashi's sarcastic and blunt comments, especially when they were directed at Kuroo. The first time it happened, Kuroo's mouth had dropped open and his eyes had bugged out. Kenma had actually chuckled at the look on his best friends face.

Volleyball also went…surprisingly well during that week. Kenma had found himself subbing out the third year setter after the first couple of matches and by the last day, he was playing entire games. The third year had a permanent scowl on his face, but Kuroo was smiling and sending knowing looks toward the others on the team. The third year starters seemed irritated but hadn't said a word to Kenma, or Kuroo, after they won their first game against Fukurodani.

Kenma knew this wouldn't be the end of it but, for the moment anyway, he was actually enjoying himself. He exchanged numbers with both Bokuto and Akaashi, the first promising to message him every day and the second promising he would make sure that wouldn't happen. Kuroo had smiled proudly beside him the entire time and Kenma had hit the older boy in the stomach in retaliation as they climbed onto the bus.

As he expected, the third years rallied against Kenma after the camp. They made it clear that their current setter would be playing in the games and Kenma would resume his place on the bench. Kenma hadn't protested. It wasn't much longer until the seniors left and then he would most likely be on the court with Kuroo. He could wait.

Kuroo was more upset about it than Kenma. He ranted about it for days, saying that they hadn't even come close to beating Bokuto – or the intelligent Akaashi – until Kenma had stepped onto the court. Kenma had just rolled his eyes and let Kuroo rant until he ran out of steam. There really wasn't anything they could do about it until the seniors left, so he didn't see the point in getting upset over it.

Omega's tended to present later that alpha's and beta's, mostly because they would start searching for a mate, at least the first one, shortly after they presented. So, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that Kenma didn't present until the beginning of his second year. It was the middle of the night when Kenma had woken, sweat pouring from his body and his stomach churning. He cried out at a sudden spike of pain, curling into a ball and hitting Kuroo in the process. Kuroo woke instantly, frantically questioning what was wrong. Kenma had his eyes closed as he cried out loudly but he felt Kuroo fall out of the bed and run toward the bedroom door.

He shivered in the bed as his body shook with pain. Where did Kuroo go? Why wasn't he here? He needed him here!

He cried out loudly as a hand brushed against his forehead. NO- no! That wasn't Kuroo! That was…he pulled his eyes open, wincing even in the dark, and saw the outline in front of him. Oh. That was his father. His father who had stood quickly and was yelling something down the hallway. Kenma vaguely noticed that something was happening in the hallway. His dad…was holding something? Fighting something? His father moved to help his dad and Kenma's mother threw herself into the room, slamming the door behind her. She quickly moved to the bed and kneeled down beside Kenma. "I know, I know," she said soothingly, reaching out to brush Kenma's hair from his face. He flinched, expecting more pain, but instead there was only warmth and comfort. "Shh," she said softly as Kenma let out yet another yell a moment later. "It'll be over soon."

"Ku-Kur-" He broke off as his mother placed a hand over his mouth. She eyed the door warily. "Kenma, you can't. Not yet. You have to finish presenting first and let your body recover. If you do it now, it will overwhelm you."

But Kenma wasn't listening. He frantically moved his head from one side to the other, trying to dislodge his mother's hand. "Your dad and father are already having trouble keeping him back," His mother said frantically. "If you yell for him they won't be able to stop him. Just try to relax."

The words slowly penetrated his mind. Right. He learned about this. Some omega's already knew who their first mate would be and they craved that person as they presented. But doing so could cause damage, not just to the omega but to the mate. He had to wait. He couldn't do that to Kuroo. He bit down on his bottom lip, fighting the urge to call out yet again. He tasted metal and just knew he was bleeding. His mother grabbed a tissue and pressed it hard against his lip. Blood would only infuriate the alpha.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, it was over. Kenma's body shook in the aftermath, the pain having left him weak and sore. His mother let out a sigh of relief and crawled into the bed beside him. She tugged him toward her, pressing him against her and Kenma felt himself sink into the embrace. Omega comfort. He hadn't truly understood it until now. He felt the complete warmth in her hold, the comfort in her scent. It was all wrapped around him and soothed him into a deep sleep.

Kenma woke two days later. He groaned at the soreness in his limbs and the gross feeling of his body. He needed a bath. A long, hot bath. And food. Water.

The thoughts had barely took hold with his mother walked through the door. She gave him a soft smile when she saw he was awake. "Good morning," she greeted, sitting on the bed beside him. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore," Kenma croaked. She smiled sympathetically and handed him a bottle of water. Kenma took it gratefully and quickly gulped down the cool liquid. He sighed in relief as it soothed his aching throat.

"I'll get a bath ready for you," his mother said softly, reaching out and running a hand through Kenma's hair. "It will help. While you're in there, I'll get your sheets changed and make you something to eat." Kenma nodded, falling back onto the bed and watching as his mother slid from the room.

He shivered when he thought about the pain he had gone through. They had warned that it would hurt, of course they had, but he hadn't known it would be like that. And the longing he had felt, the complete and utter yearning for Kuroo that had made every thought fly out of his head. He was lucky Kuroo had gotten his parents and not tried to stay. If he had…

Well, it was a good thing Kuroo had been able to think.

Kenma's mother was back quickly, helping Kenma stand and move into the bathroom. He assured her he would be fine to get into the bath himself and she slowly back out of the room, closing the door firmly behind her. It was only then that Kenma realized he couldn't sense anyone else in the house. He and his mother must be alone.

As soon as he slid into the bath, Kenma let out a deep groan. His entire body seemed to relax, his muscles unclenching. Who knew a simple bath of hot water could make you feel so much better?

He wasn't sure how long he stayed in there, his head resting back against the lip and his entire body peaceful. Eventually, he became aware that he could no longer hear his mother in the kitchen, which meant she had probably finished making his food. He sighed and finished up, making sure to clean his hair thoroughly, before stepping out and changing into a clean set of pajama's that had been left for him. He already felt much, much better than he had when he woke. Not completely better, but most of the soreness had vanished.

There was food waiting for him on the table when he walked into the kitchen. His mother smiled slightly when she saw him, "I wasn't sure if I should be worried or not. I was thinking about checking on you."

Kenma didn't respond as he slid into his seat at the table. "Sorry."

She shook her head and the two began to eat in silence. Once finished, his mother shooed him into the main room as she cleaned up. He curled up onto the couch, breathing in deeply. He smelled his parents, and himself, but there was another scent as well. A recent scent.

"Did Kuroo sleep on the couch?" Kenma asked loudly.

His mother looked at him fondly as she moved into the room, "After you fell asleep, he spent the night down here. He also came last night and decided to stay."

Kenma felt his heart jump at the thought. Kuroo, who lived two houses down, had wanted to be around him so much that he had slept on the couch instead of in his own bed. "Is he…?"

"He's fine," she said, moving toward the couch. Kenma sat up just long enough that she could sit and then slid back down with his head on her lap. She chuckled as she began to run her fingers through his hair. "He came to get us once he realized what was happening. Your father was the first to react when he heard you yell. Your dad and I were trying to calm Kuroo, but when he heard you – well, your dad and father had a tough time keeping him out of the bedroom. He calmed once you fell asleep."

With a warm feeling in his chest, Kenma smiled,

"I can't say we were surprised," his mother laughed. "We always knew the two of you would end up in a circle together. Even if you hadn't been an omega, I doubt you would have been in a circle without one another."

Kenma snuggled further against his mother at the words, hoping to hide his blush. "That would have been up to the omega," he said.

His mother laughed loudly, "Oh, I don't think either of you would have accepted a bond that didn't include the other. But that isn't relevant now. I suppose Kuroo is your first choice?"

Kenma nodded briefly but frowned at the words. First? He didn't really expect to need anyone besides Kuroo…did his mother think it was a possibility? Did he think it was a possibility?

He knew that an omega wouldn't know for sure until after the mating process was complete. If he mated with Kuroo and he still felt a draw somewhere outside the bond, then there was someone else out there to help complete it. But once an omega intended to mate with a person, all other possible ties were muted until after the bonding was complete. So, there wasn't any sure way to know. Not now, anyway.

He spent the rest of the day lounging on the couch. His mother usually stayed close and he basked in the comfort she radiated. He was glad she had taken the day off from work to stay with him. His dad and father had both gone, knowing that it was likely Kenma would wake up at some point today and he would need a few hours without an alpha presence.

It was only half an hour after school would have let out when his front door flew open and Kuroo ran in, his eyes flickering around frantically. Kenma's mother, who had been sitting with Kenma, moved quickly. She nodded toward Kuroo before moving into the kitchen. Kenma, who was a little disoriented at his pillow leaving, asked, "Shouldn't you be at practice?"

Kuroo let out a low growl and moved toward him. Kenma could barely blink before he was raised in the air and sat back down, this time on Kuroo's lap. Kuroo's head was buried in the crook of Kenma's neck, his hair tickling Kenma's nose. Kenma's hands moved unconsciously, one wrapping around Kuroo's back and the other in his hair, pressing him harder into Kenma's scent. "Had to get here," Kuroo finally said, his lips tickly Kenma's collar bone as he spoke. Kenma swallowed hard and Kuroo let out another growl as he pulled the boy closer. "Knew you were awake. Felt it."

Kenma blinked at the words. It was something that was common in bonded mates but for Kuroo to feel it even before they completed the bond…

With a one last deep breath, Kuroo moved, pulling his head away and looking up to meet Kenma's gaze. "Damn, kitten. I knew it would be bad…but that terrified me."

So Kenma wasn't the only one that assumed he would present as an omega.

"Didn't know it would hurt so much," Kenma admitted and Kuroo growled once again. "I wanted – well, glad you got my parents."

Kuroo sighed and let his forehead fall forward once again to rest on Kenma's shoulder. "Almost didn't. Knew I needed to, but to see you like that…" he sighed once again. "And then when I heard you yell – well, your dad had me pinned to the wall and your father was blocking the door. You finally fell asleep and I kind of…dropped. They got me to the couch and your dad stayed in the chair all night to make sure I didn't try to get up the stairs."

Kenma's lips twitched at the thought of his slim, 167 cm dad pinning the muscular, 187 cm boy to the wall.

"Yeah, laugh it up," Kuroo muttered. He moved again, gazing up with an uncertain look on his face. "I know we never talked about…I mean, you wouldn't really know until after…but are you? I mean, are we?..."

"Yes," Kenma said simply, only his years of knowing Kuroo letting him decipher what his best friend was trying to say.

Kuroo let out a deep breath and his arms tightened around Kenma's waist. "So…are you going to ask?" He asked with a smirk.

Kenma scowled, moving his hands away and reaching for one of the pillows on the couch. Kuroo didn't have time to reach as the pillow slammed into his face. The older boy let out a startled bark of laughter. "Showing your claws, kitten?" he asked, one hand reaching up to pull the pillow away. Kenma scowled at the older boy. "So…not asking then? I should have known you wouldn't bother with the formal shit."

"Kuro-" Kenma warned, ready to move away from the alpha.

But Kuroo was quicker than he was this time and he instantly grabbed onto Kenma's hips, holding him tightly. "Calm down," he said, is expression going from teasing to serious in an instant. "I'm just kidding. I know the formality makes you uncomfortable. You don't need to. But we do have to talk about when."

Kenma felt his face flush. It was true that omega's had a time limit for their first mate. If they didn't find and bond with their first mate by the time their first heat hit, any unbounded alpha in the vicinity would be fighting to claim them, even if the two were not compatible. "Most likely the week before the new school year," Kenma answered the unspoken question. It was something he and his mother had figured out this morning. "So…right after graduation?"

Kuroo nodded thoughtfully. This gave them a little more than a week to get prepared. They, unlike many of those that bond, would have an easier time of it. Usually, newly bonded have to set up a place to live, usually with one set of the parents until graduation. In some cases, when the bonded go to different schools, there could be issues about separation. But Kuroo and Kenma had already split their time between houses since they were children and they attended the same school. They wouldn't have to worry about any of that.

"We should talk to your mother," Kuroo said at last, his arms tightening once more before letting go completely. Kenma frowned at the loss of contact.

"Why?"

Kuroo let out a chuckle and slowly moved Kenma off his lap and back onto the couch. Kenma frowned, moving his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs to try to get warm. "I'll be back in a minute," Kuroo said simply, running his hand through Kenma's hair and moving toward the kitchen. Kenma frowned as he disappeared. Why would Kuroo need to talk to his mom? Didn't they have everything worked out?

He let out a sigh and then saw something sitting on the table that hadn't been there before. His phone. His mother had mentioned that Kuroo had his phone. Kenma grabbed it quickly, seeing the mass of messages from a group conversation.

Kuroo: I'm sending this because I don't think Kenma will. Kitten, you can be angry with me later. Kenma's an omega!

Bokuto: WE KNW THAT?

Akaashi: No, Bokuto-san. Kuroo suspected it. Congratulations, Kenma-san! I hope you are feeling okay.

Bokuto: O: IM CONFUSED

Kuroo: Bo I said I was pretty sure Kenma was omega. not that it was a sure thing.

Bokuto: AH! CONGRAT KENMA! DID U 2 BOND?

Akaashi: Bokuto-san! That's not something you ask!

Bokuto: Y? THYRE GOING 2

Kuroo: way to make this awkward, bo. I hvnt seen him yet

Bokuto: O. SO IS HE GOING 2 C THIS B4 HE SEES U?

Kuroo:…damn.

Kuroo: so I took his phone

Akaashi: Of course you did.

Kuroo: I can hear your judgment from here

Akaashi: Good.

Bokuto: WTH Y?

Kuroo: …so he wouldn't see the messages before we talked?

Bokuto: I DON'T GET IT

Akaashi: Bokuto-san, you are the one that pointed out Kenma-san might see these messages before he and Kuroo spoke about bonding. Kuroo-san took Kenma-san's phone so that wouldn't be possible.

Bokuto:…O. OK

Kuroo: he still doesn't gt it.

Akaashi: I'll explain it later.

Kenma chuckled as he read through the messages. He wasn't angry that Kuroo told them. Actually he was thankful he didn't have to do it himself. Idiot Kuroo. He didn't have to take his phone.

Kenma: im awake. Feeling ok. thx

Bokuto: KUROO?

Akaashi: Bokuto-san, why would that be Kuroo? Hello, Kenma. Glad you are feeling okay.

Bokuto: BUT KUROO TOOK HIS PHONE

Kuroo: and I gave it back

Kenma looked up as Kuroo moved back into the room. He gracefully slid beside Kenma on the couch, pulling the other boy to rest under his arm. Kenma happily laid his head against Kuroo's chest, basking in the warmth.

Bokuto: O OK. KENMA! I WAS WORRIED! SO WAS AKAAASHI BUT HE WONT SAY SO

Akaashi: You misspelled by name, Bokuto-san.

Kuroo: oh ho ho? Akaashi was worried about kitten?

Kenma: no kuro. Im ok Bokuto. Sore & tired.

Kuroo: u always ruin my fun

Bokuto: CAREFUL BRO OR HE MITE TAKE AWAY A DIFFERENT "FUN"

Kenma felt his cheeks flush as the words popped onto his screen. Kuroo threw back his head, laughing loudly as he looked at Kenma's face. Just a moment later, Kenma saw a flash.

Kuroo: image attached

Akaashi: Bokuto-san! Sorry Kenma-san. Kuroo: you should not take pictures of Kenma without his knowledge! Even if the blush is appealing.

Kuroo: Oh! You should see him now! I think Akaashi calling him appealing just made it worse!

Kenma: shut up kuro

Kenma was nervous. He didn't need to be. He knew that Kuroo would never do anything to hurt him and would make sure he was comfortable. Yet, here he was, pacing back and forth in the bathroom as Kuroo bid goodbye to his parents, who were leaving for a few days so the bond could settle.

His mother had told Kenma that everything would be fine, that he didn't need to worry. Kenma knew that. He was well aware there was no reason for him to be…but that didn't stop it from happening.

He heard the door shut and it was only a few moments later that Kuroo was knocking on the door. "Kitten? Okay?"

Kenma took a deep breath and slowly pulled the door open. Kuroo smiled but Kenma noticed the nervousness in his eyes. Surprisingly, it made him feel better. Knowing that Kuroo was just as anxious as he was actually helped. "We don't have to so this now," Kuroo said softly, reaching forward to grab hold of Kenma's hand. "We can always wait awhile."

But Kenma didn't want to wait.

He moved quickly, throwing his arms around Kuroo's neck and pulling the taller boy down until their lips met. He felt heat engulf his body and something inside him snapped into place. Kuroo growled, wrapping hi own arms around Kenma's waist and hoisting him in the air. Kenma wrapped his legs around Kuroo instinctively and Kuroo began to move down the hallway. Kenma found himself being pressed against the bed, his lips never leaving Kuroo's as hands began to wander.

(Sorry to disappoint guys. I am horrible with writing smut…so yeah.)

Kenma woke later, his body sore and his neck aching. But he was happy. His omega was purring and Kenma curled up around the warm body beside him. It was done. He could feel Kuroo filling every corner of his mind. Could feel that the other boy was having a pleasant dream and was happy. He could feel…

…a tugging.

His mood plummeted. Kuroo woke instantly, eyes wide. "Kenma? What's going on?" he asked blearily, looking around the room for some source of threat.

Kenma shook his head, tears burning his eyes as he buried himself closer into Kuroo's side. He didn't want to say. What if it upset Kuroo? What if he wanted to break the bond? What if-

"Hey, I can feel your head spinning," Kuroo said, moving to sit up and pulling Kenma with him. He took one look at Kenma's face and pulled him into a tight hug. "What is it? Are you…are you okay?"

Kenma felt guilt pour over him. He wasn't sure if it was his or Kuroo's. Was he okay? What did Kuroo think… "I feel it," Kenma said after a moment.

He could feel Kuroo's confusion. "Feel what? The bond?"

But Kenma shook his head slightly. "No. Not the bond. The pull."

There was silence for only a moment and then Kenma felt an overwhelming sense of relief. He pulled back, confused, when he saw the easy smile on Kuroo's face. "You scared me!" Kuroo said, letting out a chuckle. Kenma continued to stare, not sure what there was to be laughing about. "I thought maybe your omega was resisting the bond…"

Wh-what?! How could he possibly think…

"Wait, are you upset about feeling a pull?" Kuroo said, falling serious. "Kitten, I figured the circle would be more than the two of us. Why are you so upset?"

Kenma let out a sob. "I didn't – I always thought that I wouldn't need anyone else."

Kuroo sighed and pulled Kenma into his arms once again. "Hey, calm down. Alpha/omega parings are common but both of us are from multi-bond families. You know the likelihood of having a multi is higher. And, honestly, it doesn't really surprise me."

Kenma wasn't sure how to take that. Should he be offended?

"Come on, kitten. Let's get some more sleep and we can talk more in the mornig," Kuroo finally said, letting himself fall back on the bed. "I'm sure once the shock is over and our bond is stabilized, you'll be fine with it."

Kenma slowly let himself be pulled back down, the thoughts swarming in his head. He knew he was being emotional. Emotional was not really a word anyone used with him often. He knew it was because of the newly formed bond. A bond that was not yet stable. Kuroo was probably right –after a few days, Kenma wouldn't find that pull odd any longer.

But that meant he would have to be like other omega's. That meant he would have to go out and search for someone compatible. Compatible not just with him, but compatible for Kuroo. He would be responsible for initiating the courting, for bringing that person before Kuroo.

For doing all the things he had believed he would be able to escape from.

Of course he would.