sleepyofu
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"Wuh?" Bokuto only looks slightly perplexed, munching down on his popsicle in thought. "If we can't do it this week, we can just do it next, right?" He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the whole universe, the only possible answer. A bead of melted popsicle runs down the wooden stick, spilling across Bokuto's fingers. He awkwardly gurgles, unmelted ice still in his mouth, and he tries his best to lick the trail and proceeds to knock himself in the forehead with the ice pop.
It's. Endearing, maybe, if not completely embarrassing to watch.
Ahh, Kuroo thinks and averts his eyes. His neck is warm under the sun.
It's the hottest day of the year.
And so was the day before, and the day before that.
Bookmarked by sleepyofu
01 Jan 2023
Bookmarker's Notes
this is my favorite fic ever I read it every year wo fail