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𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌©𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗠

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𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌©
𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗠


❍ ๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑ ❍

two weeks later

TWO WEEKS HAD PASSED. you somehow managed to coexist with a grumpy, blonde, pool-noodle-built man for three whole weeks—but that would soon end. amaya and kamran were scheduled to return the next week, so starting now, you knew you had to ensure their house was in the best condition possible. wouldn't want them to think anything crazy happened in there, would you?

you vowed to do at least two things to help the house daily.

on today's to-do list:

◯ get groceries
◯ vacuum and mop

you were skipping down the stairs when the front door opened. distracted with slinging your bag over your shoulder, you didn't look over until you had your car keys in your hand.

after closing the door, tsukishima turned around to face you. he was clad in a tight compression shirt, its dark color complementing his pale complexion. his hair and skin were damp, and he had a water bottle in his hand, his chest rising and falling in sync with his heavy breathing.

you looked down at his shorts, your eyes catching the drops of sweat running down his thighs. turning away, you pretended to rummage through your bag for something. what that 'something' was, you had no ideas.

"where have you been?" you inquired, finally looking up when you heard him setting down his water bottle.

"i went for a run," tsukishima answered. he slid his headphones down to his neck.

you frowned and took off towards him. reaching him in three long strides, you yanked up his shirt—

"woah, woah, what are you doing?" he asked hastily, flinging his arms up over his head and stepping back as if he was scared he might hurt you.

ignoring him, you kept examining his stomach and checking his patch for any signs of bleeding or tearing. you exhaled a small breath when everything looked clear but couldn't help shooting tsukishima a glare.

"you know, one day you might actually give me a heart attack," you snapped at him, your anger half-hearted.

he pursed his lips, sending you a weird look. "who pissed in your cereal this morning?" he questioned after throwing his keys on the entrance table, beginning to doff his shoes.

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