You and Kenma met when Kuroo had dragged him along to an event for his Sports Promotion Division. Everyone was chatting, getting along and you were one of the men who were hired to be, well, shirtless and playfully flirt with people at the party. You got rejected here and there, some flirting back, or some just staring at you like you were crazy.

You were scanning around the place, and jeez was it huge! There were gold accents on the marbled pillars, a gorgeous and twinkling chandeliers above and obviously loud music playing like everyone couldn't hear any music.

Then.. you spotted him. The 5'9 miserable looking guy. Pretty overgrown black roots with blonde at the end, half lidded eyes like he's about to fall asleep standing and that slouched posture that almost made him look like a shrimp. He was going to be your next target. Now, he seemed fairly older than you, probably late 20s and you were 23. Now, hey, who doesn't like an older guy?

So, you strutted over like a peacock showing off its feathers with a Ferrero Rocher in your mouth before leaning down and gently grabbing the back of his head to put it in his mouth.

Kenma's posture would immediately straighten since he was caught pretty off guard with the other men that he was chatting eoth began chuckling. Kenma looked at you, nervously laughing before slowly leaning in and taking the golden wrapped chocolate from your mouth with his teeth, blushing furiously.

He'd place the chocolate in his hand after the small transaction was done, your arm wrapping around his shoulders as you leaned down to get a good glimpse of his flustered face. He'd avoid your gaze, fumbling the wrapper of the chocolate, thinking you wanted to see him really eat the chocolate.