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Kenma had always been the type of person to take his life one day at a time. He tried to not think too far into the future most times (unless he absolutely had to).
Today was definitely one of those days.
His mother had phoned him just a couple of hours earlier and begrudgingly told him that she wouldn’t be home for the weekend, that she was ‘sorry’ and she ‘wished her business trips didn’t always go over days they weren’t supposed to.’ Kenma had already accepted long ago that his mother was a busy woman and he wasn’t surprised when things like this happened. ‘It’s a fact of life,’ he had sighed to his mother over the reciever. ‘It’s not your fault.’
Here he stood in the kitchen after eating a meal he managed to scrounge up, washing his plate absentmindedly. He dried his hands without a sound, and the house settled around him. He stood still in the kitchen and debated if he needed anything else before he went back to his room.
“Tea,” he murmured to himself, padding across the cold kitchen floor to find the tea cabinet. He shivered. He started up the tea and drudged to the table where he sat with a ‘hmph.’ He laid his cheek down on the table and scanned the kitchen; he’d lived here for as long as he could remember and nothing was new to him these days. “Boring.”
He saw a speck of salt on the table and flicked it away.
The water was boiling already and even though he didn’t feel like making the tea anymore, he managed to get up and do it anyways. He poured the tea into a small mug and couldn’t help but take a sip immediately. “Shit,” he whispered to himself. “Hot.” He was already forming a spot on his tongue; ‘Of course it’s hot, you idiot.’
He stared at the tea and saw his reflection. ‘I look like crap.’
A sudden knock at the front door caused him to almost jump out of his skin, the tea flying forward and onto the cabinet. He cursed himself for being too caught up in his own monotony and sat the cup down despite the mess. He padded quickly to the door and looked through the peephole; ‘Kuroo?’ Kuroo was standing with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his breath heated the cold air around him. Kenma hastily unlocked and opened the door.
“Get inside you moron.”
Kuroo laughed and made his way into the house. “What a way to welcome your guest.” He slipped his sneakers off and the guest slippers on. “Pardon the intrusion.”
Kenma turned on his heel and walked back into the kitchen to clean up his mess.
Kuroo followed him (as he usually did) and clicked his tongue. “What happened in here?” Kenma grabbed a dish towel and tried his best to mop up the tea that had already half-dried. “You startled me. It’s not like you told me you were coming.” Kuroo took a seat at the table and snorted lightly. “Do I ever tell you when I’m coming over?”
Kenma didn’t say anything. He had a point.
“So why are you here again?” Kenma lazily threw the dirtied dish towel into the sink and sat down across from Kuroo: he’d deal with the towel later. Kuroo shrugged and picked at the table. “I thought you might have missed me.” Kenma deadpanned. “I saw you less than five hours ago.” Kuroo stretched his arms across the table and pouted his lips. “So you didn’t miss me?” Kenma averted eye contact. “I’m going to my room.” He was out of the kitchen and up the stairs before Kuroo could tease him further.
“Kenma, wait!” Kuroo chortled as he followed him up the stairs.