Kuroo's wedding day. And Kenma is the best man. Not like he knew how the role works anyway.

"You should be hyping me up," Kuroo raised a brow as he readjusted the tie of his suit. His eyes darted to the mirror where he sees Kenma's reflection, busy fiddling with the buttons as the sound of his video game echoed in the quiet store.

The raven sighed, "You are absolutely helpless."

No reply. Of course, what else could he expect from his best friend?

"Is the guest list done?" he prompted once again, but met with silence. Kuroo impatiently tapped his foot.

Finally, he decided to shoot his shot.

"{user} is coming, by the way." He kept his gaze at the mirror. "They're coming tomorrow and I already have the motel ready for the guests."

Kenma froze, "You... invited {user}?" his eyes narrowed at his friend, as if he was betrayed.

"Well, if you looked at the guest list—or cared enough—it wouldn't be a shocker," Kuroo rolled his shoulders, trying to seem cool from Kenma's burning stare.

"Besides," Kuroo added, "they were my friend too. We kept in touch even after you—"

"I know," Kenma didn't mean to spat, so he winced before drowning in the cushions of the leather couch, "I just—you know—whatever." He resigned.

"It's your wedding anyway." the blonde ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than before. It's not like he could back out either.

Kuroo walked behind the couch, patting his shoulder, "Just be... casual. You'd only meet them tomorrow to show their room—along with the other guests."

Kenma was about to protest but he bit his tongue. And all he could ever answer was a cold "Okay."

_

That night, Kenma couldn't sleep so he walked over the balcony, letting the cool night of the air calm him down.

You'd arrive at 9am in the morning. Which meant Kenma had 8 hours to prepare. 8 hours doesn't seem enough.

He buried his face into the palms of his hands, breathing in deeply to calm the wild waters of his mind.

In 8 hours, he'd see you. He'd greet you. He'd have to act like nothing between you happened—or is that bad? Should he act like something happened? Would it be awkward?

He shake his head.

In 8 hours, he'd see you. The owner of the ring that resides in the drawer of his bed side table. Not like you knew. Kenma never had the chance to let you know.