[ It's been a little over two weeks. Kenma's leg still hurts and he still has the wrist splint, which means no volleyball, but he can move around and he's almost so far behind in his makeup work that he seriously considers the pros and cons of simply dropping out. But then that's a little melodramatic. He sighs, reaching up with his uninjured hand to push his hair out of his face for once. It didn't grow so very much in two weeks but it's been on the long side already. His blond is almost all gone, the black more threaded with gold than patchy and pudding like as it is associated with. As far as he knows from seeing Kuroo every night, he's okay. Akaashi or Sawamura or someone took care of the broken light pieces stuck in his paw bed, and the form he takes has only become more and more comfortable. Or, that's as much as Kenma can tell; he thinks he's right though.
Ever since that night he feels like he can sense Kuroo more than before and Akaashi confirmed with him that it probably had to do with the blood Kuroo licked off of him when he was hurt.
It's what he's thinking about now as he winces and tugs his bookbag onto one shoulder, heads to the door and toes his shoes on carefully. Kuroo will probably come pick him up right?
He does what he's gotten in the habit of doing: puts out feelers of a sort to sense if he's there and sure enough he can feel him getting closer. It's odd but not wholly unfamiliar. If he thinks of it a certain way, Kenma might argue they were already like this. ]
I'm off.
[ He says quietly but no one answers and he locks the door behind him just as mildly; it's fine.
One of the things that bothers him now isn't his bond with Kuroo which he doesn't feel is as new as it might be; rather, it's his own magic. He's barely a step outside and his vision swims. Overloaded. He stumbles, breaths huffing out of him. For whatever reason, it makes him more sensitive to everything -- sight, sound, smell, touch. This is why you locked it up, he tells himself and then also tells himself to shut up because it's not helpful. He doesn't know how to re-bottle it, so to speak, lock it up new or trick it into silence; he can't turn it off. It makes him even more tired than he was before.
Sighing, he brushes his hair back again. It's down to his shoulders these days. ]
Where are you?
[It's more a muttering to himself than anything because he can feel Kuroo even if he can't see him. Squinting, he glances back and forth.]
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shut up and go get your food.
[ petulant cat status is approximately 8/10 as he yawns until his jaw cracks. but good thing for him there's no witnesses! no one can prove it.
even if he's well aware kuroo knows better than that. ]
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Ever since that night he feels like he can sense Kuroo more than before and Akaashi confirmed with him that it probably had to do with the blood Kuroo licked off of him when he was hurt.
It's what he's thinking about now as he winces and tugs his bookbag onto one shoulder, heads to the door and toes his shoes on carefully. Kuroo will probably come pick him up right?
He does what he's gotten in the habit of doing: puts out feelers of a sort to sense if he's there and sure enough he can feel him getting closer. It's odd but not wholly unfamiliar. If he thinks of it a certain way, Kenma might argue they were already like this. ]
I'm off.
[ He says quietly but no one answers and he locks the door behind him just as mildly; it's fine.
One of the things that bothers him now isn't his bond with Kuroo which he doesn't feel is as new as it might be; rather, it's his own magic. He's barely a step outside and his vision swims. Overloaded. He stumbles, breaths huffing out of him. For whatever reason, it makes him more sensitive to everything -- sight, sound, smell, touch. This is why you locked it up, he tells himself and then also tells himself to shut up because it's not helpful. He doesn't know how to re-bottle it, so to speak, lock it up new or trick it into silence; he can't turn it off. It makes him even more tired than he was before.
Sighing, he brushes his hair back again. It's down to his shoulders these days. ]
Where are you?
[It's more a muttering to himself than anything because he can feel Kuroo even if he can't see him. Squinting, he glances back and forth.]
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