[ it's with the warmth of that knowledge settled comfortably in his chest that kuroo hurries through packing his weekend duffle. he shoots off a few texts, apologies for sudden cancelation of plans. mostly casual stuff-- he is too responsible to dip if he had something important planned, but otherwise kenma takes precedence. he'd taken the initiative to ask kuroo to come home. kuroo is going home.
it's about three hours later and a little past midnight when he lets himself into the kozume household. he headed straight there rather than stop by his own house first. it's not like his family is expecting him.
are kenma's parents home? either way he moves quietly as he locks the door behind him and heads up to kenma's room, duffle bag over one shoulder and a white, crip bakery bag in his hand. ]
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it's about three hours later and a little past midnight when he lets himself into the kozume household. he headed straight there rather than stop by his own house first. it's not like his family is expecting him.
are kenma's parents home? either way he moves quietly as he locks the door behind him and heads up to kenma's room, duffle bag over one shoulder and a white, crip bakery bag in his hand. ]