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Kyrie blinks drearily on his bed as his phone on the night counter buzzes repeatedly at 3 AM — texts from Steph, who could have held off until 7 AM when they are supposed to be awake anyway. Or he could have just told Kyrie in person later in the day. BUT NOOOOO, Steph just has to text him at fucking 3 AM for something that probably isn’t that important anyway. Kyrie decides he’ll just text Steph back later since any self-respecting person would be asleep at this time.
So, Kyrie just lies on his bed, trying to fall back asleep. No luck. Fuck you, Steph, Kyrie thinks. He picks up his phone and sees that it wasn’t just Steph texting him. It is the entire Omega NBA Players group chat — or, the OBA (Omega Basketball Association).
Steph: oml the cutest thing happened to me just now
Trae: What? It better not be ur cats again Steph…
Steph: u guessed it~
CP3: Steph please don’t…
CATS. CATS is the reason Steph had to wake Kyrie up in the middle of the night when he is trying to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Steph is sending new messages, but Kyrie decides he has better things to do right now. LIKE GOING BACK TO SLEEP. Kyrie sighs and flips his phone over, not forgetting to mute the group chat, just to protect the few hours of sleep he has left free from constant interruptions.
Kyrie is just about to drift back to sleep when, buzz goes his phone again. Goddamn! When can anyone get any sleep these days?! It’s Steph again… Kyrie sighs. Kyrie usually wouldn’t reply, but it's Steph, his best friend, so Steph better have something important to say or Kyrie won’t let him hear the end of it tomorrow.
Steph: Ky
Kyrie: What…
Steph: U didn’t reply in the gc. U alive?
Kyrie: If this is all u had to say…
Steph: WAIT WAIT WAIT
Steph: y’know I been thinking
Steph: About u and Bron
Kyrie: We don’t have anything!
Steph: Other than that huge crush u have on him and he 100% loves you :D
Kyrie decides he’ll just leave Steph on read after that one. But what if Bron actually does??? Kyrie decides that he shouldn’t be thinking about this right now and really should get some sleep.
When Kyrie wakes up, he slips into a black t-shirt, a little too tight for comfort and outlines his sculpted muscles, but he’s too lazy to find something else to wear. He trudges down the hall to the dining room and grabs some food. He then slips into the empty seat Steph has left for him, frowning at the clothes Steph is wearing. Or rather, lack of clothes. He's shirtless, wearing only what apparently are pajama shorts. Kyrie decides not to ask why. It is not like anyone cares anyway, since they’ve all seen each other practically naked in the locker rooms before. Well, maybe except Klay, who isn't able to look Steph straight in the eye this entire time, but everyone knows Klay is head over heels for Steph. But it really isn't any of Kyrie's business. Yet.
"Hey Ky, you look terrible!” Steph turns toward him and says, grinning.
“Well… someone is texting me in the middle of the night! I wonder who…” Kyrie mutters, frowning at Steph.
“Was that person the most handsome person in the world?” Steph answers, still wearing that annoying-ass grin on his face.
“Hmmm… No. That person is the biggest thot in the league,” Kyrie quips back.
“Hey!” Steph exclaims. And he proceeds to steal a piece of toast from Kyrie’s plate. “For that really mean comment you just made.”
“Awww come on, you know I'm joking! And you're lucky I said in the league and not in the world. Man, some people really aren’t capable of being grateful, huh? Anyways, I need to go drop off my stuff in the lockers. You want to come with me?”
As Kyrie is getting up, he catches a glimpse of LeBron sitting a few tables from them, staring at Kyrie. Intent. Hungry. Lingering. Kyrie tries to shake the feeling off and smiles down at Steph.