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Sifting through his closet, Kenma searched around for something he knew he'd be comfortable walking around all day in. Thinking back to the weather outside earlier that morning, he remembered the air feeling a bit chillier than normal. Something kin to a gut feeling was telling him that it would continue being cold for the rest of the day, so with that in mind, he quickly picked out one of his favorite hoodies. He slipped it over the shirt he was wearing easily, adjusting the shoestring straps on the side so that they were about the same length.

Now that he'd finished getting dressed, his next order of business was to grab all the things he thought he'd need for the day. His wallet was a must, otherwise how would he buy all the items on his list that he needed? Shoving that, along with his house keys, into his pocket, he searched around the rest of his room. His eyes landed on a single umbrella that lay near his desk, tipped onto its side and partially hidden by a small pile of dirty laundry. It would probably be a smart idea to bring it along, but the space in his pockets was limited. If only his bag wasn't lying on his bed.

"Kenma, you sure have been texting [Name] a lot," Kuroo whistled from his position on Kenma's bed. Underneath his head was the aforementioned bag and in his hands, Kenma's phone lay hostage.

With a grunt of disapproval, Kenma marches over to where Kuroo is lounging and snatches his phone away from the dark haired male, setting it back on his desk—way out of Kuroo's reach—so it can charge properly. Kenma avoids eye contact with his friend, knowing full well that the volleyball captain is sporting a cheshire-like grin.

"No need to be so shy," Kuroo teases, rolling over so he's lying on his side instead of on his back. Just a few more inches and Kenma would be able to snatch his bag out from underneath him. "I know you text her whenever you're not practicing on court."

A mix of reds colors Kenma's cheeks at Kuroo's accusation. "Am not," he huffs, but he can't do much more to defend himself. Turning away from his friend completely, he goes to pick up the umbrella on the floor before trying to shove it in what little space he has left in his pockets. Screw the bag, he needed to leave now.

There's a creaking sound as Kuroo shifts on the bed once more, compressing the springs in the mattress. Kenma can imagine him folding his arms behind his head, lazily closing his eyes and frowning ever so slightly as he tilts his chin up toward the ceiling in thought. It was one of those poses Kenma had grown used to seeing, having Kuroo as a close friend who came over quite often.

"Yeah, I know," Kuroo says in his own version of an apology. "I can hear the sounds of your game when you're off court."

There's another bit of silence between the two of them, though this one isn't nearly as uncomfortable as any silence Kenma had to endure the first time he visited the cafe with [Name]. Slightly more calm, he stops trying to force his umbrella into his pocket.

"Still," Kuroo continues, rolling over once more so that he's now on his stomach, eyes fixated on his best friend. "I'm surprised you agreed to go out with her again. You've only been talking for a week."

Lips twitching, Kenma mumbled out a nearly inaudible, "It's not a date."

Out of the corner of his eye, Kenma can see Kuroo's grin return. This time he does fully turn toward his friend and, upon closer inspection, Kenma can see a mischievous twinkle in Kuroo's eyes. The older teen sits up from his position on the bed, resting the brunt of his weight on his elbows as he tries his best to lean closer to Kenma without actually falling off the bed.

"I didn't accuse you of going on a date," Kuroo remarked. Kenma could practically see the ends of Kuroo's grin curling wickedly as gears began to spin in his brain.

In one fluid motion Kenma stepped closer to his bed, nearly startling Kuroo as he snatched his bag out from under him. Stuffing the contents of his pockets, along with the umbrella, into the bag, he quickly slung it over his shoulder before turning sharply on his heel. He picked up his fully charged cell phone off his desk, nearly pulling the charging cord from its place in the electrical socket with how fast he was moving. Kenma was at the door to his room before Kuroo could even realize what exactly was going on. With a single hand on the doorknob, Kenma fought to bite back the color that stained his cheeks before he turned to look at Kuroo one last time.

"Go home and study," Kenma hissed before leaving his room altogether. Behind him, he could still hear Kuroo laughing.

Kuroo would be back again tomorrow. Still no closer to actually studying for his exams.

With a heavier than normal sigh, Kenma pulled out his phone as he left his house, needing it for directions. The moment he unlocked his phone, the screen went back to what Kuroo had been previously looking at. Kenma's text history with [Name] glared up at him from the tiny screen and at the very top of the list was her last known text to him, sent earlier that morning.

Good morning Kozume-kun! I can't wait to hang out today!

Kenma smiled.

He couldn't wait either.