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Kenma came home one day with a little girl holding onto his arm, tightly.
Kuroo raised a brow.
He blinked once. Twice. The child was still there, pigtails and all.
There was a small, pink suitcase behind them.
“Um.” He began. Kenma did not look like he was about to explain any time soon. And so he dared himself to ask, “Who’s—what’s going on?”
Kenma let out what sounded a little like a sigh. “This is Tsubasa.”
“O—kay?” Is that all the explaining he could give Kuroo? After knowing each other since infancy, dating for nearly five years and living together for two? “And why is she here?”
“She’s going to be staying with us for a little while.”
Kuroo waited, expecting a further explanation.
Kenma instead looked at Tsubasa, and she looked back at him with big, bold eyes. She reminded Kuroo a little of chibi-chan[1]. When was the last time he caught up with him anyway?
“Tsubasa,” Kenma said. “Why don’t you go watch TV? I need to talk to Kuro for a little bit.”
The little girl nodded, and slowly released her grip from Kenma’s arm. Without a word, she walked to the couch and grabbed the remote. ‘Doraemon’ was on. It was last night’s rerun; Kuroo noticed.
“Kuro,” Began Kenma once again. “We should talk in the bedroom.”
Kuroo was unable to reply, and so he nodded and followed after Kenma, who was already halfway to the door. Is this something so serious that Kenma is considering talking in private? What, did Kenma cheat on him and something and Tsubasa turned out to be his daughter? But that’s impossible, right? The kid looks like she’s about five or six years old, and Kenma’s only twenty one. He hasn’t even graduated from university! But, what if Kenma did it back in high school? There’s that possibility, right? Right?
“Stop the negative thoughts.” Kenma suddenly told him. “It’s not what you think.”
The two sat on their shared bed, face-to-face. Kuroo slightly avoided Kenma’s gaze, who looked like this was the absolute last thing he wanted to be doing.
“Kuro.”
Kuroo raised his head. Kenma looked at him.
“Tsubasa is my cousin’s daughter.”
Kuroo breathed a very, very loud sigh of relief and to this, Kenma slightly rolled his eyes.
“She’s staying with us because her parents are… Well, they’re going through a divorce. She didn’t want her to see the situation back home and asked me for help.” Kenma took his time explaining. And truth be told, it was rare that Kenma talks for more than one sentence per sitting. Kuroo stayed silent, listening. “And it’s not like I hate children or anything. And I know you don’t hate them either.”
“Well, I don’t hate them, but I’m not particularly good with them either…”
“When she explained to me the situation, I immediately said yes.”
“I never knew you were so kind.” Kuroo cracked a joke, hoping that the tension would subside.
“Maybe I learned it from living with you for so long.”
Kenma said it in the flattest of tone and Kuroo did not know whether or not to feel pleased, embarrassed, proud or insulted.
“So, um, I guess we’re dads, huh? For now.” He told Kenma instead of responding to his statement. Kenma nodded.
“I know you have work.” He told Kuroo. “And I have classes. But we can manage. Tsubasa is not a handful. And we can always call some friends over just in case.”
“Okay.”
“We need to take her to school, though.”
Oh, so she’s in school already? “That’s fine. I probably can drop her off before going to work.”
Kenma lighted up just a little. “Are you sure? Her school is in Nagatacho[2].”
“Yeah, should pass that stop on the way.” Kuroo answered. “Besides, if I leave the dropping off at school to you she’s going to be marked tardy too many times.”
Kenma’s eye twitched, but he did nothing to deny the notion.
“I can pick her up then.” He suggested instead. “After my class is over.”
“Sure. Sounds fair.” Commented Kuroo, nodding. “Gotta thank your professors for once for having early classes, huh?”
“I wouldn’t thank them…” It was only for a brief second, but Kenma sulked.
Kuroo laughed and ruffled his hair. “You’re not very good at hiding your emotions, Kenma-kun.”
“I wasn’t trying to hide anything…”
“Hmm… I wonder about that.” Kuroo patted his lap. “Come here.”
Like a sleepy cat, Kenma quietly made his way to Kuroo’s embrace. He leaned his head against Kuroo’s chest and Kuroo tucked his chin under his head.
“It’s kinda exciting to have a kid around.” Kuroo told Kenma, a hand gently threading through his hair. “It’s like we’re married.”
“Mhm.”
“Don’t fall asleep. It’s almost lunchtime. We need to feed Tsubasa too.”
“But I’m sleepy… It’s so cold outside.”
Kuroo shook his head in disbelief, but made no moves to let go of Kenma. They stayed pressed against each other until there was a light knock on the door, followed by a faint, ‘Kenma, I’m hungry…”
“That’s our cue.” He half-whispered to Kenma.
Kenma moaned a little.
***
Because the whole thing was quite unplanned, Kuroo and Kenma took Tsubasa to a nearby restaurant for lunch. And just as Kenma said, the kid is pretty much low-maintenance. She does not ask a ton of questions like other children her age. She does not run off to curiously touch or look at things; her hand was glued to Kenma’s.
Tsubasa was also able to eat on her own. Kuroo offered to cut her tonkatsu[3], but afterwards, she pretty much handled everything herself, letting Kuroo and Kenma eat in peace.
“How old are you, Tsubasa-chan?” Kuroo asked her.
Tsubasa put up six fingers, and another finger that’s a little bent. “I’m six and a half.”
Kuroo tilted his head. “Oh? You’re pretty smart for a six-year-old.”
“Six-and-a-half.”
“Okay, you’re pretty smart for a six-and-a-half-year-old.”
“Thank you.” She then returned to eating. Kuroo looked at Kenma, who paid no attention to him.
The meal went on mostly in silence, with Kenma occasionally wiping Tsubasa’s mouth when she’s had too much tonkatsu sauce around her lips and chin.
Kuroo watched as the two interacted minimally and smiled to himself. Seeing Kenma like this—caring for a child—is not bad at all. In fact, it made Kuroo feel warm inside.
“Kenma, why is he staring at us?” He heard Tsubasa say.
Kenma shrugged again. “Just ignore him and he’ll go away.”
“Hey! That’s rude!”
Kenma ignored Kuroo’s complaints, but Tsubasa continued to look at him. Kuroo looked back.
“Um, mister…”
“Kuroo. My name is Kuroo Tetsurou.” Kuroo replied. “Come to think of it, we haven’t been formally introduced.”
“I’m Tsubasa.” Tsubasa said. “Do you like animals, Tetsu-kun?”
Kuroo liked the nickname, so he did not ask her why she called him that. “Uh, quite a random question to ask on a first date so I wouldn’t recommend it next time, but yeah, I guess I do.”
“I’m here too though, so it’s not really a date.”
“Oho? Is Kenma-kun jealous?”
“Not really.”
“You don’t have to deny it so blatantly!”
Kenma continued to eat in silence. Tsubasa watched the two bicker and continued to eat as well. Kuroo sighed in defeat and, finally, finished his meal.
***
When the three arrived back in the apartment, Kenma decided to unpack Tsubasa’s things. Quietly, of course, he brought the small suitcase that Tsubasa’s mother told him to carry and placed her clothes neatly in the space left in the wardrobe.
Without a word, Tsubasa walked up to him and helped.
Kuroo watched the two and smiled a little. In the years he has known and spent time with Kenma, he never expected to see him behave even the slightest bit… Motherly, perhaps, is the right word? But with Tsubasa next to him, Kenma did remind Kuroo a little of his mother.
(And himself, of course, bothering her to no end when she was attempting to do housework, unlike Tsubasa.)
“I feel like such a dad, watching my wife and daughter do the work while I lounge here like a cat.”
“Last time I checked, we’re both dads.” Commented Kenma flatly. Tsubasa looked at him for a second before continuing to take her toiletries out of the suitcase.
“Put those in the bathroom, Tsubasa.” Kenma said again. She nodded.
“She’s actually pretty cute.” Kuroo said once Tsubasa disappeared. “I like her.”
“Of course.”
“She’s kinda like you.”
Kenma paused before resuming the tasks at hand. Kuroo grinned.
***
Kuroo did not know what he was expecting.
Of course Tsubasa would sleep in their bed. There is only one bedroom after all. And the one and only futon they have was ripped because of what happened last time chibi-chan came to visit. Kuroo remembered chibi-chan’s boyfriend complaining and apologizing because of it.
That’s a story for another day though.
(It’s nothing dirty, you perverts.)
And so here he was now; sandwiching Tsubasa in the middle with Kenma on her other side. Tsubasa snuggled closer to Kenma, and Kenma absentmindedly wrapped one arm around her, the other texting someone on his phone; probably chibi-chan or Lev, who’s been bothering him with questions about what pet he should be getting; as if Kenma is the best person to be asking about this to.
Besides, shouldn’t he be discussing these things with Yaku instead?
When Kuroo turned the lights off, Tsubasa immediately hid her face under the blanket and pressed her body closer to Kenma.
Kuroo mouthed. “Is she afraid of the dark?”
Kenma shook his head. “Tsubasa can’t sleep with any lights on. My phone is probably bothering her.”
“Oh.”
The room was silent with the exception of the light breathing of three people and Kenma’s occasional tap tap tap on his phone’s screen.
Used to the dark, Kuroo eyed Tsubasa’s figure, and can somewhat outline the child’s sleeping figure and steady breathing. She was fast asleep.
“Poor kid.” He said, more to himself than to Kenma. “Wish there’s something we could do to help her.”
“We are helping her.”
“Well yeah, but you know what I mean.”
Kenma locked his phone and placed it on the table next to him. “Adults are weird.”
“We’re practically adults, Kenma.”
“Why get married and have children if you’re going to end in separation? That’s not going to make anyone happy. If anything, you’re sacrificing an innocent soul.”
Kenma does not usually talk about these things, so Kuroo made sure to listen extra closely whenever he does.
“We should just adopt her.” He told Kenma.
“We should.”
They looked at each other in the dark and Kuroo laughed a little. Kenma probably smiled too.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“For not consulting with you before making my decision about taking her in.”
Kuroo exhaled. “It’s okay. You were only looking out for her.” He answered gently, a hand searching for Kenma’s under the blanket. “And besides, she’s cute, so it’s fine.”
“So if she wasn’t cute, you’d be against it?”
Kuroo didn’t answer. He found Kenma’s hand and intertwined their fingers.
“Hey, Kenma?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
“Oh come, on! Don’t ruin the mood.”
Kenma’s grip felt a little tighter. “Shush, you’ll wake up the baby.”
“You sound like a mom.”
“I’m a dad.”
“And she’s barely a baby.”
“Go to sleep, Kuro. Tomorrow we’ll go buy more essentials for her. And let’s try to go to her school so you’ll more or less know what to do on Monday.”
Kenma’s breathing slowly began steady as he, too, fell asleep. Kuroo smiled once again to himself, before drifting off.
***
Kuroo woke up to something light on his torso. Eyes still closed, his hand reached out to Kenma, and he touched Kenma’s cheeks to confirm that Kenma was still asleep.
But then what’s on his stomach?
Groggily, he opened his eyes.
Another pair returned his gaze.
“T—Tsubasa-chan?”
“Wake up, Tetsu-kun. It’s morning.” She said to him.
“What time is it…” Reaching next to him, Kuroo grabbed his phone to see that it’s only seven. On Sundays, he and Kenma would often sleep in until ten or eleven, sometimes even twelve.
“It’s still really early, why don’t we go back to sleep, hm?”
“I’m a little hungry.”
I take everything back, this kid is not easy to handle.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“I want kanitama[4].” She told him, eyes still looking at Kuroo. “Tetsu-kun and Kenma should wake up too so we can have breakfast together.”
Kuroo looked at Kenma, who was sleeping so soundly, and looked back at Tsubasa.
“Uh, why don’t the two of us eat together and let Kenma sleep? He’s a little tired so I think he should rest longer.”
“Okay.”
Tsubasa got off Kuroo and headed towards the bathroom. From the inside, she told him, “Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”
“Yes, dear.” Kuroo answered lazily. He had to admit, it was cute of her to remind him like that. He joined Tsubasa, who was brushing her teeth in front of the sink, and too his own toothbrush and toothpaste.
Today was going to be a long day.
***
There wasn’t any crabmeat in the fridge.
Kuroo wasn’t surprised. He and Kenma don’t really buy or eat crabmeat. They mostly stick to beef and chicken. Behind him, Tsubasa tried to look over his shoulder. It was impossible, of course, with the kid being only, what? A third as tall as him?
(Kuroo then realized he exaggerated too much.)
“We need to go to the supermarket.” He said to Tsubasa. Tsubasa’s doe eyes stared back into his. “There’s no crabmeat. And I’ve been meaning to do some shopping anyway.”
“What about Kenma?” She asked him.
“Kenma will be fine. He’ll probably still be asleep by the time we get back.”
Tsubasa nodded.
“Wait, I’m going to get my wallet.” Kuroo announced, disappearing into the bedroom to grab his things. Kenma was still in dreamland.
Tsubasa suddenly called out to him. “Tetsu-kun?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you tie my hair for me?”
Kuroo walked out and headed towards the sofa. Tsubasa was attempting to comb her own hair with her fingers.
Shit, thought Kuroo. When was the last time he even touched a comb? When was the last time he and Kenma had time or would bother to fix their hair? He’s always had bed hair anyway, and Kenma’s hair is always like… That.
“Please, Tetsu-kun?”
“Uh… I’ll try… I’m not sure how, though.”
Kenma, save me!
(It took approximately seventeen minutes for Kuroo to finally give up in the end.)
(Tsubasa patted his head and told him it was okay.)
***
When was the last time Kuroo left the house at 7.30 on a Sunday morning? The answer was probably: never, because to him, no sane person opens their eyes any earlier than 9AM on the weekends.
But then he looked at Tsubasa, whose face looked awfully excited for someone who’s only going to do groceries. He wanted to laugh at her.
It was a short walk to the nearby market; probably a ten-minute walk if it wasn’t so early and if he was a little bit more awake with more energy. While crossing the road, Kuroo took Tsubasa’s hand.
She gripped onto him a little too tightly.
“Are you okay?” He asked Tsubasa. Tsubasa nodded.
“Daddy never holds my hand like this.”
Kuroo looked at Tsubasa. Something twinged in his chest as Tsubasa said those words. What kind of life has this kid been a part of? He thought to himself. What kind of father never holds his own kid’s hand?
Kenma never really explained the situation to him, so Kuroo decided to ask him later.
“Well, I’m your dad; for now. So I’ll hold your hand as much as you want, okay?”
Kuroo never thought Tsubasa would smile at him, but she did, and she was so beautiful and adorable he had to look away.
They arrived at the supermarket not long after and Kuroo grabbed a basket. Tsubasa quietly walked beside him, hand still holding his.
“Let’s see,” He told Tsubasa. “Crabmeat, mackerel, some milk, maybe some apples… What do you like to eat, Tsubasa-chan?”
Tsubasa’s eyes explored the shelves before her. It was cute, Kuroo decided.
“I want ice cream.” She finally decided, eyes on the small fridge on the side.
Kuroo was about to ask her what she wanted for lunch instead, but seeing the glimmer in her eyes as she looked at the soft serve cone made Kuroo stop. Heh, how can this kid be so cute?
“Okay, let’s get ice cream. But only after we finish buying everything, okay?”
“Okay.”
Tsubasa followed Kuroo around like a little kitten. Kuroo would have said puppy, but the kid is a little too slow and quiet to be one. Her eyes once again wondered around, astonished by the amount of things on display.
“Hey, Tsubasa-chan? Can you get bread please?” He decided to involve her. Tsubasa quickly grabbed an entire loaf and placed it inside the basket Kuroo was carrying.
“Great, with this, I can make you sandwiches for school tomorrow.” Kuroo told her. “What filling do you like? Or do you prefer onigiri[5]?”
“I like anything mommy usually makes for me.” She answered. “But mommy doesn’t make anything anymore. She’s busy.”
Kuroo felt another tug on his heartstrings. “Well then, I’m going to be the best dad-slash-chef for you tomorrow, how does that sound?”
Tsubasa did not answer, but she was smiling so widely Kuroo thought her cheeks were going to hurt.
What a cute little thing.
In the end, Kuroo bought various spreads, ham, sliced cheese, mayonnaise (Kenma’s favorite) and chocolate sprinkle. He was going to feel the burning hole in his wallet later, but it would be worth it when Tsubasa sees his masterpiece.
Personally, Kuroo was quite proud of his talent. He’s been making lunch for himself and Kenma for the past two years, and there has been zero complains so far. He may not look like it, but he’s talented in the kitchen, damn you Bokuto for not believing in me!
On the way home, Tsubasa was happily eating her ice cream while her other hand was holding onto Kuroo’s. Kuroo carried the groceries and watched over Tsubasa, and deep in his heart he was thankful for waking up earlier than usual.
***
Surprisingly, Kenma was awake by the time Kuroo and Tsubasa arrived home. He was sitting by the television, drinking a glass of orange juice. When the door opened, Kenma looked over his shoulder.
“Oho, you’re awake? This is rare.” Teased Kuroo.
“Speak for yourself.”
“Kenma,” Tsubasa slowly made her way to the sofa and sat next to Kenma. “Tetsu-kun bought me ice cream.”
“Hm, is that so?” Replied Kenma. “What else did you buy?”
“Bread.” She answered. “And cheese. And many other things. Tetsu-kun bought so many.”
Kenma looked at Kuroo, who was unpacking the groceries. “Apples?”
“Yeah. And premade crusts. Let’s make apple pie tonight.”
Kenma smiled just a little, and Kuroo smiled too, because he knew.
“I’m going to make kanitama for Tsubasa.” He then told Kenma. “Do you want some?”
“Sure.” Kenma returned his attention back to the television, which was airing today’s news. Tsubasa continued to eat her ice cream.
“You’re supposed to be the housewife here, Kenma.”
“We’re both dads.”
“But—“
“No buts.”
Kuroo sighed in defeat. He washed his hands and started to prepare the eggs. If Tsubasa is anything like Kenma, she would like her omelet extra fluffy, which means more time to actually separate the whites, whisk them, then folding them into the yolks.
There was a small tug on his shorts and Kuroo looked down to see Tsubasa.
“Do you need any help, Tetsu-kun?” She asked him.
“Um, why don’t you help separate the crabmeat so I can put them in the eggs later?” He suggested. Kuroo handed Tsubasa a bowl with crabmeat in it. “Ask Kenma to help you.”
“Okay.”
Tsubasa made her way back to the sofa and Kuroo heard her ask for Kenma’s help. Kenma semi-willingly did.
***
With the kanitama ready to be eaten (Kuroo took a picture and sent it to Bokuto with the caption “And you dare say I can’t cook?), Kenma and Tsubasa prepared the table.
And by Kenma and Tsubasa, Kuroo meant Tsubasa, because Kenma simply only pointed out where the cups are, and Tsubasa grabbed them.
“Okay, let’s eat!” He announced once they have all sat down. “I don’t remember the last time I made kanimata, but I’m quite confident with my cooking so, please, dig in. Itadakimasu[6].”
Tsubasa ate first, because she is the guest of honor. Kuroo looked at her face, expecting.
“It’s yummy, Tetsu-kun.” She finally said. “It’s fluffy.”
“Yosh!” Kuroo fist bumped the air. Kenma shook his head and began to eat.
For a shild, Tsubasa was definitely not a messy eater. She ate quietly, using her spoon and fork like an adult. She doesn’t talk with her mouth full. She doesn’t play with her food.
“You must really like Kuro’s cooking, don’t you Tsubasa?” Kenma asked her.
“Mhm, it’s really good.” She answered. “I like eating with everyone.” Tsubasa took a good look at Kenma, then Kuroo. “It’s nice to eat with many people.”
Kuroo wouldn’t really define two people as ‘many,’ but something about what Tsubasa said made him think once again of the life she’s been through prior to being ‘rescued’ by Kenma. He and Kenma don’t exactly have the best life either, but at least they were happy as children.
“Next time,” Kenma suddenly said. “I’ll bring people over. That way we can all eat together. Would you like that?”
“Yes!”
The answer came out a little too excitedly and Kuroo laughed, patting Tsubasa’s head.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were such a people person, Kenma-kun.”
“I’m not.” Shrugged Kenma. “But Shouyou has a little sister who can play with Tsubasa.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to hang out with chibi-chan.”
Kenma didn’t answer, instead he continued eating.
“Well, if Kenma’s bringing friend over then I’m not gonna lose! I’ll bring friends over too.” Kuroo gleamed.
“Anyone but Lev.”
Kuroo laughed. “I’m going to tell Lev you said that.”
“He’s going to cry.”
Tsubasa asked, “Who’s Lev?”
“He’s our really tall friend.” Kuroo told her. “He’s like a tree.”
“Even taller than Tetsu-kun?”
“Haha, yeah. He’s even taller than me. You’ll have the wildest piggyback rides with him.”
Tsubasa seemed to like the idea, and so she smiled. “Kenma, can Lev come over and eat with us?”
Now with both Kuroo and Tsubasa looking at him like that, Kenma felt obliged to say yes. And so he reluctantly nodded.
“Oooh, Lev’s going to be excited when he finds out Kenma-kun has invited him over.”
“Tell him you invited him.”
“At least Yaku will be there too, don’t worry too much about him bothering you.”
“He’s been asking me what pet he should get… As if I care what animal he lets into his house…” Mumbled Kenma. “He should be asking Yaku-san these things instead.”
“Mmm, speaking of Lev and Yaku, are they planning on living together anytime soon?”
“Who knows…” Kenma finished his last bite and washed his plate. Kuroo followed behind him.
When Tsubasa wasn’t looking, he placed a kiss on Kenma’s forehead.
“Kuro…” Kenma whined.
“It’s okay. I haven’t kissed you in two days.”
“And you’ve survived longer.” He told Kuroo. “Watch Tsubasa. I’ll wash your plates.”
Kuroo returned to the dining table just as Tsubasa was just finishing her food. She looked at Kuroo and said, “Thank you for cooking for me, Tetsu-kun.”
“Don’t mention it, kiddo.”
Tsubasa carefully carried her plate to the sink, where Kenma took it from her and washed it. She joined Kuroo in the sofa afterwards.
“What should we do today? We woke up pretty early, so might as well do something.” He asked Kenma.
“Dunno. We can do anything as long as it doesn’t require too much moving and human interaction.”
“Kenma… That’s just another way of saying you want to stay at home and do nothing. And didn't you say you wanted to go see Tsubasa-chan's school so I don't get lost tomorrow?”
Kenma didn’t answer, so Kuroo asked Tsubasa instead.
“Um… I want to do whatever Kenma and Tetsu-kun wants to do.”
“See, Kuro? We should all just go back to sleep. It’s too early to move around.” Kenma finished doing the dishes and nicely laid himself next to Tsubasa.
Tsubasa faced Kenma. “I’m not sleepy though.”
Kuroo shot an ‘I told you so’ look at Kenma, who looked away.
“Weren’t we supposed to buy things for Tsubasa-chan? We need to buy a futon so we don’t cramp the bed like last night.” Kuroo suggested. “I’ll sleep on the futon so you two can have more space.”
“But it’s nice sleeping together...” Said Tsubasa, and both Kuroo and Kenma looked at her.
She looked back at them.
Kuroo looked at Kenma. Kenma looked back.
“…We’re not getting a futon, are we.”
“No, we’re not.”
***
They ended up spending the day watching rental movies. Kuroo and Kenma took Tsubasa to a small rental place where they usually borrow movies to watch at home and told her to pick a few.
A few hours into the movie marathon, Kuroo felt himself becoming an expert in Pokemon—Ha, take that, Kenma! He can challenge him in the Guess the Pokemon game now. Who would have thought that Tsubasa liked the same kinds of shows Kenma liked?
Both Tsubasa and Kenma had their eyes glued to the screen, and they watched all the Pokemon movies one after the other. Kuroo sliced apples for them and retreated to the bedroom after the fourth movie.
He hadn’t checked his phone all day, and when he did, there was a text message from Bokuto.
From: Bro♡
looking good bro! you should cook for me sometimes <ΦωΦ>
Kuroo replied, ABSOLUTELY NOT YOU’VE BEEN UNDERESTIMATING MY COOKING SKILLS 凸ಠ益ಠ)凸
And Bokuto replied not long after.
From: Bro♡
aw bro cmon! i was just kidding (T^T) please?
To: Bro♡
fine, but not anytime soon. im busy
Bokuto replied a few minutes later.
From: Bro♡
oho? what happened? did you cheat on kenma or something?
Kuroo rolled his eyes at Bokuto’s question. Bokuto knows better than anyone that Kuroo is head over heels for Kenma, why would he ever leave him?
To: Bro♡
it’s a long story. you should come over with food sometimes and ill show u whats going on
From: Bro♡
omfg ok i’ll let akaashi know（＞ω＜。） hows kenma?
To: Bro♡
kenmas fine. its getting colder so hes becoming lazier and lazier（￣、￣＠）ｚｚｚ
Bokuto replied, but Kuroo had already left his phone in the room. He went outside to see that the television was left on, and both Kenma and Tsubasa had fallen asleep.
“Should I sneak in a picture?” He said to himself out loud, grinning. In the end, he decided against it.
After turning the television off, Kuroo took the blanket from the bed and draped it over the two sleeping bodies. He then went back to his phone. There were two text messages.
From: Bro♡
mmmmmMMMMMMM ITS GETTING REALLY COLD THOUGH
From: Bro♡
AKAASHIS BEEN HOGGING THE BLANKET EVERY NIGHT ADSFASDFGASDAS
To: Bro♡
oi calm down whats with all the caps
From: Bro♡
oops sorry bro im just reeeeeeally bored (ﾉ；；)ﾉ┻━┻
Typical Bokuto, so noisy, Thought Kuroo. He knew not replying was going to annoy Bokuto, so that was exactly what he did.
In the end, Kuroo also fell asleep, thinking of what to eat for dinner.
[1] Chibi-chan: Hinata’s nickname, roughly translate to “Little one” or, from the anime, “Shrimpy”
[2] Nagatacho: A district in Tokyo
[3] Tonkatsu: Pork deep fried in bread flour
[4] Kanitama: Japanese crab omelet
[5] Onigiri: Rice balls, usually filled with pickled plum, salmon or tuna
[6] Itadakimasu: “Let’s eat!” and/or “Thank you for the meal!” in Japanese