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They say opposites attract—but Kenma and Kuroo? They're more like mismatched puzzle pieces that somehow fit just right. Childhood friends turned caffeine-fueled college survivors, they've been orbiting each other for years, bound by banter, sarcasm, and a stupidly complicated coffee order that only Kuroo can make just right.
Kuroo, now a second-year college student with a part-time gig making countless lattes and frothing milk like it's performance art, claims he just needed some extra cash. But maybe, just maybe, it's not just the paycheck that keeps him behind the counter.
Kenma, freshly dropped into his first year of college like a cat into water, still finds comfort in his routine: hoodie up, headphones in, and coffee meticulously made by his best friend barista who knows the difference between "half-hearted" and "half-sweet."
It's a language they speak in glances and grin-laced jabs, a conversation carried in cinnamon dust and crema swirls. but something else has been brewing under the surface. Since high school, they've both felt it. Something more. But neither one's ever been brave or dumb enough to say it out loud.
So they stick to what they know. Teasing, sarcastic remarks, hangouts at Kuroos place and long looks across the café. A language all their own.
For now, they'll keep pretending it's just coffee.
After all, some things are better stirred... not shaken.