[ in Kenma speak, those who Know will Know of course, 'get here faster' might as well be a foghorn for 'i miss you'. in his own way. sort of. definitely. or something. ]
[ 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. ]
[ truth be told, it bothered kenma a lot more than he thought it would when kuroo left for uni. truth be told, kenma had already 'borrowed' and 'forgotten' to return a few clothing items of kuroo's and maybe wore them more often in the first weeks of him not being here. truth be told.
not that he will.
but he doesn't, or won't deny it necessarily either.
on most nights, kenma would still be playing a game at this hour but for whatever reason even before kuroo's ridiculous text, he's been uncharacteristically restless. it only got worse afterwards. girlfriend. the worst fake girlfriend. well duh. he's not a girl. he's already majorly screwed that one up, was his dry thought hours prior. by the time kuroo actually gets there, kenma is almost asleep.
his body recognizes kuroo from smell to sight to sound. he's not alarmed at all by his door opening in the middle of the night and is slow to drag himself out of the clinging tethers of would-be-sleep. the way he sits up, the covers fall off and he blinks at kuroo in the dark.
the shirt kenma is wearing is too big because it isn't his but it's not something he's thinking about as he extends a sleepy arm and hand out: pie, mine, now.
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[ and bring the first food group: apple pie. ]
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[ grabbing some broccoli florets on the way out! ]
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[ this is.... betrayal. ]
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Apple pie.
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[ but is he driving two hours to see his not girlfriend and bring him pie? yes, of course he is. ]
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[ as if kuroo would but there's certainly enough GPS horror stories out there to warrant the thought. ]
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[ his favorite pajamas tho. ]
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bringing cauliflower pie. it tastes just like apple pie but healthy.
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Cauliflower doesn't taste like apple! What's wrong with your mouth?
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[ but :| ]
Get here faster.
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[ in Kenma speak, those who Know will Know of course, 'get here faster' might as well be a foghorn for 'i miss you'. in his own way. sort of. definitely. or something. ]
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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. ]
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not that he will.
but he doesn't, or won't deny it necessarily either.
on most nights, kenma would still be playing a game at this hour but for whatever reason even before kuroo's ridiculous text, he's been uncharacteristically restless. it only got worse afterwards. girlfriend. the worst fake girlfriend. well duh. he's not a girl. he's already majorly screwed that one up, was his dry thought hours prior. by the time kuroo actually gets there, kenma is almost asleep.
his body recognizes kuroo from smell to sight to sound. he's not alarmed at all by his door opening in the middle of the night and is slow to drag himself out of the clinging tethers of would-be-sleep. the way he sits up, the covers fall off and he blinks at kuroo in the dark.
the shirt kenma is wearing is too big because it isn't his but it's not something he's thinking about as he extends a sleepy arm and hand out: pie, mine, now.
also: come here.
you know, the rest of the way.
here. ]
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